*
Sierra emerged several hours later to find Brandon sitting in front of two sticks which had been stuck into the sand, and his head buried in his hoodie. He did seem to notice her approaching, even though he had smelled her coming from the moment she left her room.
“Hey,” she said, standing awkwardly by the porch. Brandon looked up slowly, and his eyes were red with raw pain. He tried to look away angrily, but even the sight of her was enough to torment his soul once again.
Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't he have been destined for someone else? Someone who would have loved him as wholeheartedly as he loved her. Why was he cursed to love someone who could never love him in return? Why couldn't she just look at him the same way?
But he had to remember that the only reason she
