A/N: A short update, I know, but hopefully you will like it all the same. Thanks for all the reviews so far, I know I haven't been updating as frequently as I would like to, but there was just a storm that passed through where I live. So my final was postponed until today, so as 3:00 hits today central time, I'll be free from my semester of COLLEGE. YAY.

He woke up to the sound of the ocean's tides rippling against the shore. Through the large paned windows, the bright sunlight beamed, lighting up the room within. Atop the spring mattress, laid his tired body. Tangled in the white sheets and linens, Nick felt at peace. His arms was flung casually across the bed, the cool air hitting against his exposed chest, his brown eyes fluttering open. It had been two days since he arrived at the glass house, the world around him cease to exist outside the four glass walls. He couldn't remember any other time he felt such contentment as he laid there, the calm feeling that radiated through his body. Turning over slightly, his eyes met the glass paned wall, taking in the breathtaking view. The long stretch of sandy white shoreline, he could see the salty water creeping onto the coast. Smoothing over the sand, a symbol of a new start.

A smile appearing on his face, he quickly sat up, easing his weight onto the edge as his bare feet touched the cool wooden floor. Raising his arms out to stretch his aching body, he felt the blood flow freely through his body, a sudden jolt of energy filling his body. Padding through the bathroom quickly, he reached the counter. With a flick of his wrist he turned the steel knob, the cool water running down the faucet, his hands cupping the liquid. Washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly, he felt refreshed. Gazing up to meet his reflection in the large oval mirror, he ran his hands aimlessly through his tousled curls. Rolling his neck in a circle to wake up from his sleep, he made his way back into the bedroom. Reaching the far wall, he tugged open the closet door, tugging onto a gray cotton sweatshirt. He pulled the sweatshirt over his body before turning and heading out of his bedroom door. With his quick steps, he headed down the stairs, reaching the end of the hallway to the back door. Slipping on a pair of shoes, he tugged open the door and stepped outside.

Immediately he was hit with a light breeze, the salty air clinging to the wind was so potent he could taste it on his lips. Slowly, he made his way down onto the beach, his footstep slow as he made a trail across the deserted beach. He relinquish in the silence, embracing the contentment he felt as he walked. The serene scene was untouched and his to conquer, and he couldn't help but be inspired, he couldn't help but read between the lines. That deep beneath the moment of content, was his to seize, his second chance at starting fresh, his search for what he had lost, but hadn't realize he had been searching for.

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Slowly as he walked on in silence, he couldn't tell the minutes or hours that had seem to passin his soul searching, but as he reached the opposite end of his house, a figure came into view. Stopping in his step, he watched her from afar as she rested against the sand. Her long brown hair billowing behind her, long strands of curls cascaded down her back. Her arms tucked firmly around her body, enveloping her in the large sweatshirt she wore. Her feet were bare as she dug her toes into the sand, relaxed expression on her face. She looked at peace, enjoying the view, lost in her thoughts. He didn't know how long he watched her for, until she moved. Slowly she pushed herself up off the sand. Taking one last glance at the crystal clear water, she inhaled a breath before releasing it, as if she was freeing her soul. Turning on her heel, she padded up the back hill, reaching the wooden steps to a large two story home. And as she disappeared through the door, Nick turned to glance back at the water. He couldn't explain the connection he felt, or the peculiar familiarity he saw within the girl. But just watching her he couldn't help but take in her beauty, the philosophical train of thought on her life, like the breath of air she took in and released. She was like an open book, taking the world around her in single strides, each breath she took, day by day. He couldn't help but feel as if he knew her, or the feeling deep within him that urged him to get to know her. He didn't understand his feelings or emotions, but he let them sit at bay. Shaking them away and clearing his mind as he headed back.

Freeing his mind, he forgot the perpetual feelings he once felt. He forgot the bigger world outside his new haven as his thoughts lingered back to the chestnut curls. The long silky strands that billowed against the wind, the urge to run his fingertips through them. He allowed the thoughts of the girl to consume him and he washed his worries away.

A/N: Reviews, reviews, reviews! Happy Holiday's to all.