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That night, it felt as if the world were waiting for something. Cool air blew over the sea and sped across beach. It chased through the long grasses which grew on the sand dunes, so that they rustled and rippled like water in a pool as the wind whipped through. The dark sky arched moodily over the sea. Grey clouds hung in narrow strips across the sky and the moon glowed behind them. Standing slightly apart on the edge of a sand dune were two dark figures. They stood facing the sea. The girl, shorter than the boy to the right of her, took her hands from her pockets and pulled up the zip of the black hoodie she was wearing. Her pale hair streamed back from her face. She narrowed her eyes against the wind.

“Shouldn’t be long now,” she said, glancing briefly at the boy. He made a noncommittal noise, and didn’t turn to look at her.

“Max,” she looked directly at him this time, “I know angry with me, I get that. I can see why, but... Imagine if it had been you that had that chance, instead of me.” She shrugged. “What else could I do?”

He didn’t answer. The girl sighed and turned back to the sea, scanning the dark water. She saw the thin bright beam of light and she seized Max’s elbow, terrified and excited.

“I see it,” he hissed at her, and she let go of him and ran towards the flat expanse of sand which met the sea, her feet causing small avalanches of sand as they hit the dune. She ran over the shingle, crushing underfoot the empty shells of muscles that had been left there by seabirds. The sea rolled onto the flat sand before her, and she stopped. The cold water lapped at her black converses and soaked into the hems of her jeans.

The light was closer now, a single bright torch beam among the darkness. The wind had become a breeze, and the girl could hear the gentle slap of oars as they dipped in and out of the water. The hull of the boat became visible in the thin moonlight and its planks glistened as it slid through the water. She could only see the back of the rower. In the opposite end of the boat there was a still black shape. Her heart thudded heavily.

Max appeared by her side, briefly putting his arm around her waist. They stood silently as the boat slid through the shallow water and the rower jumped out and began to pull the boat towards the flat sand. The water rippled around the boat and the moonlight danced over the surface of the disturbed water.

The young man who pulled the small boat onto the sand was slim, a little shorter than average. He wore a black jacket, buttoned up so that the collar just grazed his jaw. He glanced at the girl and boy, nodded and smiled slightly. Dark hair fell easily into his eyes, vulnerable, intelligent eyes which shone black in the dusk. He panted slightly as he dragged the boat over the sand, and his breath was misty in the cold air.

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