Delia looked at him, at the raw pain and vulnerability in his eyes. The wind whipped his hair across his face, and the approaching storm seemed to mirror the turmoil inside him.
"You really don't know why I came all this way to find you?" he asked, his voice a low, intense murmur that was almost lost in the sound of the crashing waves.
"I don't know," she replied honestly, her own voice barely a whisper. "How would I know?"
"I need you to know," Eric said, his gaze never leaving hers. He reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers, his grip warm and firm. He looked down at their joined hands, then back up at her face. "I missed you, Delia. That's the only reason. The few hours without you… they were unbearable."
