The Walk.

More from my story I wrote at age 15! This is toward the end!

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"Are you cold?" he so tenderly asked.

"No, not at all," she lied, shivering more as the breeze tickled her skin.

"I think you are," he smiled, poking his finger on her bare arm. Her hair stuck up like sticks and bumps arose all over. Yes, she was cold all right.

She lifted her mouth and looked down at her arm. "Maybe a little," she admitted, blinking back up at him.

His brown hair ruffled in the wind, looking so soft and touchable. The edge of his shirt moved and jerked to the strong breeze.

"I'd offer you my jacket, but..." He held out his arms and looked down, as if to say it's obvious he doesn't have a jacket. His smile warmed her anyway.

"I'm fine." She looked out at the sun that was setting. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at it at the same time. She lightly let go of his hand and ran it up his bare arm. His sleeves went to his elbows, where she stopped and noticed a scar on his upper forearm. Though she wondered how he got it, she tried not to think about it at the moment.

Stephanie smiled and looked back and up at him. "Thanks for taking me to see this. It's so pretty." He looked back at her and turned his whole body towards to face her.

"I knew you'd like it. All these months I wanted to take you to see the sunset. This just had to be the best place." Matthew gazed down at her.

She looked up at the stars and the moon and inhaled the scent of fresh air. Stephanie listened to the sound of the breeze and the waves crashing. Almost like a soothing melody to put her to sleep.

"When life seems so perfect in the perfect moment...it's hard to think we live in an imperfect world." His voice was like the wind, soothing and relaxing.