The wind.. is strong

Nothing can beat the refreshing sea breeze. The azure sky reflects its glory on the water below. Illuminating the seas with a gradient of lilac blue, stretching from horizon to horizon.
As one strolls along the beaches of East Coast, watching innocent children playing a game of ball or moulding sandcastles, one will feel the sensation of relief. Many have claimed that it not only
calms the soul, it also revitalizes the body and expels the fatigue from our bodies.

Lillian Estovan was one of the few early birds who visit the beach in the wee hours. Together with her fiance, Steve Fanning, they both walk hand in hand along coastline chatting merrily; it was love, at its finest.

Lillian turned and faced the vast ocean. Steve peered over his shoulder and saw Lillian's sparkling blue eyes. Angel-like to be precise. There was a moment of silence. Not awkwardness, but of understanding. Both knew what each other wanted and lust for.

Lillian ruffled her tangerine hair, pulling her fringe to her right and gave a cute smile to Steve.
"I'm done. Let's go."
No matter what she did, it seemed to be extremely cute to him. What added to this factor was that she was just a petite 159cm 18' year old. It was just simply unworldly.

"O-okay," replied Steve, trying to hide his crimsoned face.

Embarassment? No. It was fascination. Steve felt that he was the luckiest guy on earth. Miss
World Pageant? Not interested. The only one for him now, and forever will be Lillian.

"Kyaa-" Lillian gave out a stifled shriek.
Something ran past her feet. In a panic, she grabbed Steve's sleeve and hid behind him.

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I am too tired to continue. Perhaps next time... or never.