(Zaylen)
My plan had been successful. I was able to gather all the people my family loved on this vacation so they could relax.
Dad had been tense since Andy betrayed Arata and left her heartbroken. If it had been in my hands, I would have beaten the shit out of him, but Arata didn't want any violence, so I held myself back for her sake.
Everyone went to sleep so I began to stroll alone on the beach. I wasn't tired and the salty air mixed with foam was welcoming.
That's when I saw Stella. Clad in her satin pink night dress with a knitted shawl on her shoulders she was slowly ambling towards the stairs in front of the villa.
The stairs were designed in a floating manner, extending outward from the front of the villa. They were broad and shallow, making them easy to walk on while providing a visually appealing, gradual descent into the turquoise water. We, as kids, used to love sitting on them and throwing seashells and pebbles into the sea.
