Ocean blue... the clearest water with its warm sun and its rainstorm scent. Rainstorm? That couldn’t be right; there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Still, the ocean smelled like home after a good summer storm had moved through, all fresh and woodsy. Aria's ocean smelled like Liam. Even the color of her furry best friend’s eyes matched the hue of her beloved ocean. Aria wondered why he wasn’t there with her; he never left her alone. She called for him, “Liam! Where are you?”
Expecting him to come to her, Aria received a reply instead, “Aria, I’m right here.” She spun around in the water, searching for the person answering, finding no one. She screamed for Liam again, and once more, that voice replied, “Aria, I’m right here. Open your eyes, and you’ll see I’m right here with you.”
She followed
