The waves crash again, rising with each new gust of wind. Only three figures stand on the beach, two adults and one child. They stop their fun and look to the left, several others headed their way...
I stir, not wanting to now what's going to happen, and bury my face in Niall's chest.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'They are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.' — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
