The story of the boy, the girl, and the house near the beach

She sits beside him infront of the beach. On top of the sand. The sun sets along the horizon painting the sky purple, pink,and redish light red. They hug each otheras they sit and talk quietly so their parents won't notice they have scaped from home just to be together today. They sit quietly feeling the thin sea breeze that passes through the girl's hair making it swing from left to right smoothly. His hair moves the same way smoothly. Their hair swing everywhere but they don't care. They care about not getting busted. Not getting in trouble. Not this night. This evening. This day. Not today, we have to stop just following our parents' rules. Love is love. "We will be together until the end right?...." the girl says touching his cheek and sliding her hand back in the sand. He grabs a purple obscure shell and grabs her hand. Then he opens her hand, puts the shell inside her palms of her hands and then says "as long as we're together, there is no ending........". The sea moves up and down the sand. The palms swing with the wind. The girl looks into the boy's eyes. They are dark but the most beautiful she's ever seen. He touches her hair and slides his fingers through her hair like a brush. "Lets make today last forever......... we're not going to fall apart like the others." She blinks and the moment is gone like mist. She finds his photograph between her hands and a fresh teardrop beside her ear. She grabs her now white hair and the hair clip she wore that day. She looks at an old man in the photograph. Then at the folded United States flag that lays beside her bed. At least beside her bed that is inside the old house that she once lived in when the sea met her and the boy's feet. The house near the beach. The house she'll always remember. Together with the boy that she'll always dream of. The boy she married the week she became 18. The boy she saw turned to dust after he left to the military that rainy day......