"So, what is she like?"
We sat by the breakwater, the wind whispering in our ears, waves lapping gently below us. I turned to look at him. He was relaxed, tranquil, almost like a sedated animal.
"One word – beautiful," he murmured.
I tugged at the hem of my collar, unsure of what to say. There was an odd feeling within me that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
We sat in silence. Minutes passed before I asked, "Do you love her?"
He cocked his head to one side and said, "I want to protect her." Staring into the distance, he smiled. A sweet, sad smile.
I looked away. Fighting back tears, I thought, "Then who's going to protect me?"