-Finn's POV

She was sitting next to me, our shoulders slightly touching, her gaze on the ocean.

I could hear the sound of the waves, ringing in my ears like a lullaby. But my focus ? It was on anything but the waves.

She was beautiful. The moon, high above us, was creating a halo of light, hitting the soft features of her face. The light breeze was clearing her hair from her face, allowing me to admire her beauty. She took my breath away.

There was something different about tonight. It wasn't just about the way she looked. There was some sort of attraction between us that made me want to say all sorts of things that I never dared to say to anyone.

Suddenly, her eyes meet mine. She must have felt me staring because she smiles. We don't say a word as we keep looking through each other. Everytime that she puts her eyes on me, I'm on fire. My whole body is burning to a point where it hurts. I've never felt like this with anyone. But I don't want this feeling to ever stop. So I stayed. Because she was my anchor in the storm that was my life.

But I'm scared. Scared that she doesn't feel the same as I do. Scared to lose her. Scared of being alone again.

-Ella's POV

I stare at him. I can't help myself, he's too gorgeous. His hair has little curls that make my fingers ache to touch them. And his eyes- his big blue eyes - are so deep, that I feel like I might drown if I stare for too long. And the way he looked at me, it made me feel... safe, as if nothing else mattered.

Being with him gives me the impression that I'm going to be okay. Being with him doesn't feel like drowning. No. It's the opposite. Everytime that I'm with him, my body experiences things I didn't know I could feel. I feel alive when I am around this boy.

I glance at him again, unsure of what to do. My heart is racing, pushing against my ribcage, threatening to explode at any moment.

None of us speak, but somehow, I realize that we don't need to. We understand each other as if we were one. As if our souls were intertwined in some way we couldn't explain.

The air is electric around us. It crackles, and menaces to erupt, leaving nothing but the memory of what might have been us.

And as I study him, I think that he might feel it too.