I get to the private beach, finally back at Noah's after track practice. I changed into my bikini and a loose swim shorts. I was not looking forward to our conversation in the slightest.
I leave my phone behind, the wire next to it on the bed and my shoes; I strip myself of all jewellery, makeup, and even going so far as to leave my hairband on the bed. I slowly walk to a very unpleasant talk with Noah and when I'm finally a metre away from him, I freeze. Noah is pacing up and down the stretch of beach, hardly noticing my arrival - he looks stressed and even a little sick. I hesitate, can I even do this? I guess it's never too late the make a run for it, right. I turn, planning to walk back to the house and pack my stuff and... "Delilah!" Noah shouts, spotting me and I close my eyes. I kn
