Delia replaced the stick, only to find that the man had used the door as support to sit in one of the two patio chairs. This time, he smiled at her, waved hello and sat for a few moments before limping down to the beach. Once the adrenaline that had been surging through Delia wore off, she noticed the growling in her stomach. She hadn’t eaten in hours. She looked through the neatly lined groceries in the kitchen; ravioli would do. She put some water on the stove and her favorite playlist on her phone. Soft, melodious jazz filled the room. She continued to stare out of the windows, absolutely enchanted. Had the skies been this beautiful the last time they had been here? Had they even paid attention? All she remembered was laughter, dancing and then, emptiness.

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