Summer CrushesThe boys face beared a grave expression. The way he held his hand over his heart, and the single tear which rolled abandoned down his cheek said a thousand words. The waves of the beach crashed again and again against the soft timid grains of sand. Each footstep formed from the boys slow movements turned icy, so not even the summer heat could melt them. The boy reached inside his chest and ripped his beating heart from it. The blood formed snake-like patterns on the hot grains of sand, sizzling with each drip. The safety he once felt was gone, and as quickly as it had left him, he thrust his heart deep into the depths of the ocean allowing it to change blood red. The clouds sailed by the blue sky innocently, as that young boy stood alone and deserted, but now complete as the sun set on that dark day.