I'm not really sure what to call it. This part takes place in the present, and other parts of the story are the past. But it goes back to this time. Never done romantic fiction before, hope you like it!
They walked hand in hand down the beach, looking for the entire world like the most loving couple. With every step the sand crunched beneath their toes and left their footprints behind them. The wind came up and blew on the edge of her skirt and blew some of her dark curls in front her eyes. The man reached his other hand towards her face, intending to brush them away, but as his hand came closer, she flinched. He pulled it away and grabbed her other hand tighter, crushing it in his grasp. They came to a halt.
“You really loved me, didn’t you?” she asked, looking at the sand on her feet.
“Still do. Always will.”
“You don’t know what love is. You used to, I think, but now any chance of love is gone.”
“We’ll see”. His grip on her loosened. He thought back to the old days, when she pretended he didn’t exist. Laughing and smiling with the other boys, but deep down too scared admit her love for him. He had changed all that. He had rescued her from a life of mediocrity. He heard her quickly inhale, then just as fast, slip her hand from his grip and start running. Her long legs sunk deep into the sand, but she pumped her knees into the air. At first he just watched her, marvelling at her determination. But then he chased after her, like all those times he had to chase after his dinner. He became a hunter once more. Eyes on the prize. What a prize it was. As he came closer, he jumped, landing on top of her and pulling her down. Her legs kicked for a moment before she surrendered. He turned her over, still holding her tightly. Her chest moved quickly under him and he thought of the heart beating inside her, beating for him.
She smiled.
“It was worth a shot, wasn’t it?” she said.
“If you want to play games, you can wait until we get back to the house.”
She bared her teeth.
“I’d rather die, you delusional freak!”
He got up, yanking her up with him by the arms.
“We’re going home now.”
He dragged her behind him, walking a little too fast for her comfort. It was sometimes easier if he didn’t look at her. Then he could imagine her face as it once was. Soft and smiling; or even pale with tears running down her face. Yes, he liked that the best. From the moment the first tear had fallen on her rounded cheek, she had been his.
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