They say this beach is haunted, and though I don’t believe it, one spring I spent every day on the sand, just in case. And there she was.
With sea mist sparkling on her skin, she reveled in the waves. Some said she seemed like a witch, with her dark hair and mysterious eyes. She kissed me under a sky strung with stars, her hands icy cold but her lips soft and warm. I held her tight.
After Midsummer’s Eve, she grew pale and small, acting like she didn’t know me at all.
During September’s dark moon, she disappeared.
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