Sunset

Playing: Claire De Lune, Debussy

She drove down the coast highway, pulling into a spot just in time. She parked, paid the meter, and walked down the slope toward the water. Looking out, she watched the sun set. Streaks of blue, and purple and red. It was beautiful. And while she watched, she dreamed.

Of him walking toward her. Of their look. Their touch. The instant realization between the two of them that this was true. They would never be alone again.

Then she walked back to the car, and drove off.

Alone.