She stood at the edge of the ocean, arms folded, looking out to sea. Her long, blonde hair billowed in the breeze.
She sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes, as the calm, warm water lapped around her bare feet.
Why did he have to make her cry!
She thought about the last few weeks.
This was going to be their dream holiday. A private villa on a deserted beach. No mod cons, just each other for company.
It had been wonderful so far. Long, romantic walks on the beach, hours spent talking about the future.
She looked up at the sky, at the twinkling stars, the bright full moon. It was such a beautiful place.
She stood, lost in thought, going over everything that had happened.
She heard a sound behind her, sensed him. He put his arm around her shoulders.
'Are you cold?' She turned to him, tears still glistening in her eyes.
'No' She replied.
He handed her a glass of champagne.
They stood hand in hand, drinking in the view.
Yes, he thought. This was the perfect place in which to propose to the love of his life.
She turned to him and smiled. They embraced, kissed, lost in their love for each other, the diamond ring glinting on her finger.
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