The water was wild and it crashed her boat into the rocks. As she tried desperately to navigate her way to the island she wondered yet again what had possessed her to do this. It was Tom's fault really, why did he have to live on an island anyway.

Sophie was close now, and she began to dream of the warm fire that would greet her when she got to Tom's house. She heaved on the oars again, her aching arms protesting silently.

A fresh wave of water crashed over her, and Sophie wondered absently why she had even bothered to dress up; she now looked like a drowned rat, and the fact that her dress was designer did nothing to remedy the situation.

She should have hired a bigger boat, maybe should have waited for a nicer day. But it had to be now, before she lost her nerve.

Sophie pulled up to the island- shivering as she hurried to secure her pathetic row boat. She wound the thick and salted rope around the anchoring pole, remembering when Tom showed her how to do it properly. It took Sophie longer, but then she was out of practice, and besides, she was wet, cold and terrified about what she was going to do.

She trudged to the gate of his house, her shoes squelching with every step, and raised a heavy hand to knock on the door. Sophie tried to listen for Tom, but the rain was now beating down furiously and all she could hear was it drumming down on the tin roof.

The door swung open and she was met with Tom's ever smiling face, which, upon taking her appearance faded into a somewhat confused expression, "Sophie, what are you doing here?"

"I have to talk to you." Sophie forced out between her chattering teeth.

Tom opened the door wider, welcoming her in, "Come on in Soph. Come and warm yourself up."

Sophie ignored the inviting warmth radiating from Toms house, she had to do it now, "I have to talk to you." She insisted.

"Cant it wait till you're all dry?" he pleaded.

"I'm in love with you Tom."

Please review and tell me what you thought, sorry its so short but it was written in about twenty minutes as an english class exercise (the story had to start with 'the water was wild')

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