The night was clear. The stars lit up in the sky.
I had the feeling that if I looked through a telescope, the stars would have faces and they would be smiling down on Chris and I, walking hand in hand, to the beach. We reached the white sand, and I let go of Chris's hand and walked to the shore, letting the calm waves lap gently against my feet. The moon was full, and bright as ever.
Chris laid down next to me. i could hear the gentle hum of his breathing.
I smiled and closed my eyes, listening to the waves, Chris's heart beat, and my heart beat all together as one chorus.
His dirty blonde hair was messy and i could see sand in it.
The moon was full, and bright as ever.You don't need the comma.
i could hear the gentle hum of his breathing.Capitalize you 'I'.
And at this moment, I felt like every single problem, like every single mistake I had ever made, had been erased completely and i was perfect.You need a comma after "made" and you also forgot to capitalize your "I" again.
And, even though in the back of my adolescent mind I knew tomorrow morning I'd be waking up with less hair because of the stupid chemo, I still felt like the prettiest, most wanted girl in the entire world.
I felt like I still had my beautiful, long, chestnut colored wavy locks that used to hang delicately from my head. I felt like I still had that natural bit of pink in my cheeks.
"Will you still love me when I'm bald?" I asked as he started the car up and backed onto the road. He smiled. "I'll lend you every one of my baseball hats," he said.You need a new paragraph when someone talks.