Vivian's POV
Most days when Vivian went to the park near her home, she did so in order to relax. But that evening that was not the case, tears running down her face, a smooth stone clutched in her hands. Vivian stared at the sea shell that Ryan had given to her back on the island.
One strike, that was all she would need in order to damage it. Once she could shatter it, she would be able to get rid of all of the other things that Ryan had given her. Then maybe, just maybe, she could start moving on.
When she had put the things that reminded her of Ryan away. Vivian had thought that it would be easier for her to keep moving if she could not see them. But that was proving impossible. Just knowing that they were there made it very difficult for her to ignore them.
