So she walks into a room only to be greeted by His eyes. They gave each other a look of longing, even though they were “over” they still carried a look. A look that spoke more words than any of them could ever put together, still they said nothing. She turned her face down as to not accidentally spill her tears in front of Him and He well he just stood there, caught in his own prison. She rushed down the stairs, summoning flowers with her eyes, they spilled out beautifully as if on purpose attempting to tell her, her time had not been in vain and that love will bloom again, but she couldn’t see to see. She was so overwhelmed with flowers that she became one buried in the sand, close to the beach. It was the one place she wanted to be.