"I've come to a conclusion." Cassie glances downward at her bare toes hidden in the sand.

"What might that be?" Edward's tone is quizzical with a hint of amusement, but Cassie isn't trying to amuse him - for once.

"I think," She doesn't quite know how to say it. "I think, sometimes, the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep."

Edward doesn't answer for a moment, seemingly pondering Cassie's conclusion.

"Sometimes," Edward turns his attention away from the breaking waves and fixes his gaze on Cassie. "Other times, the things we want to forget appear in our dreams permeating our subconscious."

"I suppose," was all Cassie could bring herself to say. Her toes were cold, despite being buried in the sand. Apparently, it didn't make for a very warm blanket.

"Cassie," The hint of amusement in Edward's voice is gone now. "Maybe I'm not supposed to ask, but what are you trying to forget?"

Cassie would rather not reply. She would rather bury her whole body in the cool sand, suffocating herself, than give Edward an answer.

"I shouldn't have asked." Edward turns his face back towards the sea.

Cassie studies Edward through her peripheral version. She notices the way his eyes match the color of the moonlight sky above them. She watches as his chocolate-colored hair moves with the wind.

Edward turns his head towards her, catching her eye before she could look away.

"Where you staring at me?" The hint of amusement is back.

"I might have been," this is a question Cassie can answer.

Edward grins widely. Cassie notices, for the first time, the red color in his cheeks. She wonders whether or not it's from the cold.