Isabella seated herself along the beach's coastline, a chilled breeze shivering her petite frame. Water lapped in the depression of sand beneath her. The moon's faded light accentuated her despondently saturated features. She gazed at the midnight sky, now devoid of its once illuminated stars.
A whisper of movement deferred her thoughts. The audibility yielded, and Phineas dolefully settled himself beside Isabella. She turned her glance to him. Eyebrows angled towards the sand, body contracted in fear of his own emotions. Moments passed.
"Do you ever wish we'd fall in love?"
Phineas tore his yearning stare from the ocean's tranquilly coarse waves. Lulling was the line his fingertip thus traced along her palm, as he allowed her head to jadedly rest on his shoulder.
"All the time, Isabella. All the time."