Salt water tears sting her cheeks. Rough sand scrape her legs. The same sand which clings to her legs fails to remain in the grasp of her hands. It slips away from her every time, every time she needs the support, the safety. The waves will crash in, but it’s nothing new, they’ve crashed upon her before. Her soaked locks and sad eyes prove that. She’s scared, she’s vulnerable, she’s naive, she’s young. Yet she faces the strong waves like a grown soul would. She does not run away. Her eyes tightly shut, she does not want to see this, she does not want to feel this, but she knows that she must. She knows she will be strong. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” she remembers. She would be strong one day, stronger than the waves.