If only I could stay here forever. If only the world would let me.

But I can’t, no matter how much I want to.

Even if the ocean pulls me in, even if it drowns me. I can’t stay here. And the reason why is simple, because of my home, because of someone.

The feeling of the sand and the ocean mixed is incredible, it takes all my worries and just washes them away.

It makes me calm my breathing, and just listen to the world around me. It makes me forget that I’m only here for a few days. And only at the beach for a few minutes.

I close my eyes, letting the wind blow my hair. Letting the ocean carry me to my true home.

“Annie!”

I fall down, my clothes covered in the wet sand. I look up, Damon is running towards me. At first his pale eyes looked worried, scared, maybe even confused. But as he gets closer they it becomes clear, his eyes are shining with happiness, excitement, and most of all just him.

I stand up and run towards him, my hair blowing like a waterfall behind me.

I jumped into his arms, holding him as tightly as I can. He spins me around, laughing as the frightened seagulls fly over us.

“Damon!” I smile, “What are you doing here!”

Damon smiles his perfect crooked smile, “Annie, I came for you, this is your home.”

My home? Maybe I’m dreaming, because if this was my home I’d die of happiness.

“What do you mean?” I ask, as Damon places his hands on my face.

“Annie,” Damon whispers.

He lowers himself to the ground, placing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a small diamond ring.

My hand flys to my mouth, covering the biggest smile I’ve ever smiled. This is definitely a dream. I think.

“Annie,” Damon smiles up at me, “Marry me?”

I open my eyes, the words are too much. Damon Summerlin.

I slide the ring off of my finger, “Damon,” My voice is so quiet I can’t hear it, “Please don’t go where I can’t follow.”

I touch the cold grey stone, even colder than ice.

The tears start coming, faster and faster. His words echo through my mind.

“Annie, marry me.”

My hand slides down his grave, falling to the ground. I fall too, letting the cold, wet dirt stain my black dress.

“Damon,” I cry through sobs.

A month ago I’d dreamed for the beach.

And now I only dreamed for Damon.

For him to hold me, and love me.

“Don’t cry be cause it hurts, smile because it meant you had loved,” I whisper, something Damon had told me the day his father died. Something he said would ease the pain.

But nothing could ease my pain. Nothing, no one. Only Damon could. The one thing I need is the one thing I can’t have. Story of my life.