Beach: A Fictional Narrative

“I’m afraid she’s still away, I have yet to hear from her or her bodyguards.” Kragen responded.

"Mmm... not really involved, involved- I was standing by the altercation. I was a by-stander." Veronica couldn 't believe she actually wanted to go back to forty minutes about Himalayan mountains. Or perhaps the actual Himalayan mountains.

“I am not too sure,” she said quietly. “I have not been able to examine her or speak to her about that.”

“If anything’s happened to her, I could never forgive myself. She’s only in this madness because of me.”

“I am not quite sure. All I know is that before I came here, and before you got into my life I could remember things clearly and now it is all such a blur.”

“Am I hearing you properly?” Antoneso laughed mirthlessly. “Since when did you think that she belonged to you?”

"Relax." Alex said, "You don't have to go out with her, we just thought you might want to...you know." Alex shrugged his shoulder and grinned.

something funny he said earlier. His phone rings, and he glances at it. “Go get ready for bed,”

"What do you mean!?" Arnold sprung from his spot, his emotions getting the best of him for umpteenth time since Gerald started the story. "It's never to late!"

“Oh come on, you’ll be living here. Also, what do you do for a living?” He changed the topic. He had always been into girls who made money. He wasn’t much for personality, I guess.

It’s all right, kid,’ he says. ‘You’re in my boat. I didn’t want to scare you, but I have your stuff; it was all over the beach. I’ll bring it over.’

“Yeah, maybe I am. I guess this is a lesson for me. Be careful who you trust.”

“Things are going to get a lot crazier, we’re growing up and sorting out our lives.” Danny smiled looking up at the sky. “Me with this, Hiroshi working his way up in the guards, Kasumi as a healer, and you with whatever you want to do Aiko.”

“You might as well stop. I don’t see her as nothing more than some idiot who happens to be in the same class as me.”

The place where I feel most comfortable is a place where I am calm. A place that is peaceful in its own ways. It is the place to go to get away from all my troubles. It is the one place where I could sit forever, and never get tired of just staring into the deepest blue I have ever seen. It is the place where I can sit and think the best. A place where nothing matters but what is in that little moment. The one place capable of sending my senses into an overload. This place is the ocean.