She sat on the beach watching the waves flow unevenly along the surface of the water. Her eyes were unfocused, her mind not concentrating on her environment. Too many things flowed through her head, most of witch she could not explain. The sun radiated off her skin giving it a faint glow. The early summer breeze played with the tips of her neatly brushed hair. Reaching up, she tucked one amber strand behind her ear.

A mischievous thought brushed by the surface of her soul and moments later, two slender hands grabbed her sleeveless arms. It was him. All day she had not been able to keep him out of her mind. Love, you would suspect, but that wasn’t it at all though she knew he loved her with all his heart. She knew that every heartbeat was devoted to her and all day he dreamed just to touch her face or play with her hair.

However this was not what she felt. Every touch made her mind bleed in hatred, every word spilled from his lips made her stomach churn. Once, perhaps she did love him, but she could feel his fear, smell the blood, and hear all the hatred and sin he had felt and done.

Her eyes filled with puddles of tears. Streams flowed down her sun-kissed cheeks. He followed her eyes, and when they locked, he knew. He knew she knew. He didn’t quite know how however. He didn’t know the secret she held within her heart. He didn’t know that every thought he thought, every breath he breathed, she knew about. Stalking you would guess, but that wasn’t it. She couldn’t control this. His mind bled, it bled all over her soul. She knew it all.

She reached over to the oak tree. She traced the heart with her finger tips, then moved to the initials. L.M., those were hers. T.Y. those were his. No, not him, not the person next to her, he didn’t deserve a name. Those were his initials, the one she really loved, but he could not love her too.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, holding the hand that had traced the perfect engraving.

She looked at him for a moment. "You," she whispered, "You killed him." He could not love her anymore because his existence resided only within her heart. This was his fault, him who did not deserve a name. His body tensed, his eyes turned fiery. She got up and ran, never tiring, never out of breath, never to return to him, her life, or her past.