[xAddisonx1013]

The summer was fading; quickly launching itself into cool auburn tones. Sunsets came sooner, the purples danced across the universe, The pinks sprinted through the ozone painting themselves against that large blue "canvas". The colours splashed through the cracked windows of an abandoned lighthouse. The voice of a young girl echoed within the walls.
"Alan ...we are going to get so busted ..."
"They won't find us if you stop talking... and besides... we don't have that much further"
She had no idea where she was. "All I know is we've climbed a hell of a lot of stairs..." Amanda whined and began to toy with the rough end of the bandanna that was tied around her eyes she had no shoes on, and the cement was cool and smooth against the sunburned soles of her feet. In the distance she could hear the splashing of kids swimming in the ocean and the faint sound of the lifeguards whistle.
"Alan ... I need to be down there... I have to work soon..."
"We're almost there Mandy ... patience ..."
Their fingers were linked, she felt safe with him, completely secure. Through all this though, she still managed to be uncomfortable. It had been hot all day, and Mandy hated surprises. She began to lift the edge of her blindfold, the sunlight streamed in, creating temporary darkness.
"NO PEEKING!!"
"Alan!" she groaned, but lowered the makeshift blindfold
She opened her mouth to protest again, but Alan placed a finger over her lips.
"Hush..."
A sea breeze whipped through the broken window. It was too warm to be comforting.
"Ok... open" he whispered in her ear as he untied the blindfold
"Oh…my...wow..."
Alan couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. From atop the lighthouse, she could see, feel, hear and smell the ocean as it lapped up against the rocks bellow them. The salt smell filled her nostrils. She rested her head against his shoulders. Mandy closed her eyes, inhaling again. He kissed her, brushing his lips over hers, softly, gently caressing. She stared up at him. His chocolate brown eyes glistened in the light. His hair fell in messy curls framing his youthful face. He was glued to her, like a child is glued to his favorite television program. Her smoky eyes sparkled like diamonds with unshed tears about to brim over, her eyes became a portal, the hurt in her past was evident through them... behind this facade that had become her daily life. The ocean breeze had toustled and knotted her bleached blonde hair, Alan ran his fingers through it. He cradled her in his arms, protecting. She smelled of his soap, of tender rain and fresh spring mornings. She flashed him a soft warm smile.
"Senza lei non sono niente" he whispered
"Alan ll mio amore."
"One more question Mandy ..."
"Yeah?"
"Was it worth the walk?"
"Isn't it always?"