The fog had begun to set in. It was a warm night, it always was here. With bare feet and vibrant cover up, she strolled down to the sand. She liked coming here on nights like this. A full moon lit up the sky and the stars seemed to be smiling down on her. Everything around her seemed so peaceful. The honolulu luxury hotels were strung along the coastline soaking up the islands peace and tranquility. Everyone came here to experience the warmth of the island.
This island had been the only home she had ever known, and now she would have to leave. The peace of the island that she had counted on all her life was now going to be a distant memory. She knew there was no other place like it on earth. She had never ventured out too see, she didn’t need to, she knew. In her heart of hearts she knew that her soul belonged to this island now and forever.
In her early years she would take trips to the zoo and hike the trails behind beautiful waterfalls. She would play in the lagoons and float on her back for hours until her body was wrinkled and pruned and could absorb no more sun. She loved this island and all its history and secrets. The snorkeling and scuba diving trips she would take all by herself. She was a special breed of person who liked to do things on her own. This island had always been her best friend.
She had never needed anyone else, until now. After the first night she spent in his arms, she knew she could never leave. The first two years had been the best years in her entire life. They frolicked together on the sand, day and night, never tiring of each others company. They made plans to open up a little bed and breakfast on the south shore and raise their family there.
Standing under the moonlight, watching the silver dance in the folds of the waves, she let out a deep breath. She dropped her watermelon and watched it bob up and down out to sea. This was her offering to the mother that had always watched over her. This was her saying goodbye.
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