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he held her and the sun was bright on the sea, thousands of scintillating diamonds exploding with each wave against the rocks of the jetty. she no longer spoke and he felt her heart slowing down against his chest. her breathing was calm and her eyes were closed. the light brought out red streaks in her hair and it was beautiful and warm against his cheek.
frAnk heard the echoes of her screams in his recent memory, panicked words from a trapped bird beating its wings against the bars of its sudden imprisonment. it startled him then, and he winced now as they played over and over in his head.
he felt so bad for her, all alone in her desolate misery, a stranger in a foreign land. yet, she trusted him. in his arms, she could find refuge.
mrs. nereid, who had followed them to the top of the beach path, slowly and respectfully made her way down to the sand where they now stood. frAnk noticed her presence and carefully turned his gaze towards her. she smiled and ran her hand aginst amarilla's hair with gentle concern.
"her hair is so beautiful," mrs. nereid said, "look how the sun shines on it so."
"i know," frAnk whispered, nodding his head. he could feel amarilla's embrace tighten.
and that was all she said, as if words were no longer necessary. her motherly presence alone spoke volumes to amarilla. she eventually released her hold on frAnk, and the three of them sat on the warm sand, digging their toes into the yielding softness.
nothing but silence and crashing waves. sunlight on the face like a blanket of love.
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