I smiled as I walked closer to the boy who was sitting there with his family, well at least I assumed it was family by the way they embraced for all I knew they could just be friends, very close friends. I took a deep breath enjoying the sweet air around me overhearing the boy's name being spoken. Nicholas, it seemed to fit him. Yet something else familiar about him I noticed. I couldn't put my finger on it, but everyone there seemed like I have seen or known them before.<br/><br/>As I walked, the realization of the truth of my illness washed over me. I couldn't help but notice I felt much better here, like the powerful waves of the beach had washed my pain away. And why had my mother let me go to a beach of all places? It must be some kind of retreat for people with my illness which explained why the people all looked like someone I knew before. I have met plenty of sick people while going to the hospital for my treatments.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your welcome, isn't this beach wonderful? I can't believe my mother let me come here. Usually she doesn't let me go anywhere! I swear I've seen you somewhere before. Nicholas is it? My name is Lillian. Do you remember me?"<br/><br/>Hopefully he would recall where we met, since I couldn't for the life of me remember. It was almost like when I met him he was wearing a different face. But that was silly, unless we met at some sort of dress up thing.