"Aidan, here's this purple shell for you, be truly happy."
Daisy Grant finished speaking, sitting under the moonlight on the silver beach, shedding tears silently.
For a long time, Dawn Sutherland didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the delicate pale hand holding the purple shell, his ears filled with Daisy Grant's stifled sobs as she tried to endure her emotions.
It took Dawn Sutherland a very long time to slowly raise his gaze to meet Daisy Grant's; her face sparkled with raindrops falling under the bright moonlight, so dazzling it pained his eyes. Dawn Sutherland looked at that delicate face, shook his head, his voice low and deep: "Daisy, then let it turn luck into happiness, let you be happy. I want this purple shell to give you a lifetime of joy."
This shell that he spent a whole night searching for in the sea, was found for her. If she didn't want it, what was the point in him keeping it?
