Chapter 11

Alice Pov

I sat on the white sand, my hands to my back, and the calm breeze blew my loose blonde hair, which fell freely on my shoulder. One of my favorite places. I enjoyed the ocean's waves and the calm nature of the ocean.

The sun wasn't intense; it was about hiding under the blue sky. A place to clear my head and play on the string of the violin, enjoying each rhythm that pulled through it. I enjoy the rhythm of both my voice and the melodies from the violin.

I usually come to the beach occasionally a place to put my lyrics together and try them out with my instrument. I'm a songwriter, and I love singing too. I'm not just a devil, you know? I'm good at so many other things.

I wrote a song after the tragic dismissal of my mother, but I couldn't find myself singing it. The day she died, I was out here with my instrument, putting one or two together to form a great melody.

After so many years, I finally made peace with myself and had the courage to come to the beach. I breathe in