Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean
Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm
between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still
unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been
here.
She had married James right here on this
spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress,
miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been
happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but
utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt.
His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at
his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held
hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a
five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had
seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned
their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two
girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the traveling they would do
together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.
But that seemed such a long time ago now.
A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person
and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love.
Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beach side marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally
popular quickie divorces.
Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with
pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams?
- the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush
green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for
the agony she felt now?
The man stood watching from the edge of
the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing
at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something
- or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose
flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the color
of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came
across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her
loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware
that she was different from any other woman he could meet.
Lisa sensed the man approaching even
before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at
her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and
felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He
walked slowly towards her and they held each others gaze. It felt like meeting
a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach.
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