• Sarah wanted to believe it was ok but he was so late. He always came with a flower for her. He would purr like a kitten to let her know it was him. Every night they met every night at the beach. Sarah's mother hated it but did not tell Sarah's father. If her father knew the nightly meetings would stop. Sarah was in love with Benjamin Taylor, the most hnadsome and intelligent young man in their small town. Sarah's father though did not want her to even think about men. She was 14 and her sweet Ben 17. Young couple just as in love as two who have been together for 50 years. Sarah stayed at the beach all night, and even though she knew she should leave she stayed. As the sun rose and the blanket of darkness lifted her eyes slowly adjusted. It had been a dark night no moon or stars. That was why her ears heart from straining to hear the purr. She knew she wouldn't see him even if he had been by her side through the entire night. Sarah began to walk towards the way he had always come. As she walked she saw something dark half buried in sand and water lapping over it. She came closer to see better, then she burst orward at a run. Laying there a dagger in his stomach was Ben. His lips were purple and his eyes were glazed and his skin was pale as a dove. Goosebumps rose on Sarah's arms and she wailed in horror and pain. Her love the truest love she had and will have. Poor Sarah was alone, for hell had taken her sweetheart. Sarah was alone to forever wear black. Never to marry, for none are as good. Her mother had told her only secret and for that she suffered. Watching her daughter live her life like the living dead. Barely eating, and still returning to the beach but only at night. Pale as a graveman, and quite as a mute. Her fathers need to keep his daughter a child made Little Sarah Die with breath.