Heather was walking along the beach again. She loved it there. The water, the sand, the sun. Her bright blond hair shone in the light, it bounced as she walked. Her skin illuminated with the sun hitting it. Heather looked like she was suppose to be at the beach, like she is meant to be there everyday. That maybe true since everyday it seems like she is at the beach.

Heather was wearing a light pink tank top, and jeans that were cut off at her knees. On her feet were a pair of flip flops, nothing special what so ever. Her blonde hair was of course down, it reaches a bit passed her shoulders. A smile was upon her lips. Nothing else really, it was pretty basic.

As Heather walked down the beach, she frozed in her steps. Her eyes landed on the Queen of Spades who was lying on the night side of the beach. Heather was surprised to see her ther. No one else with her, and it just seemed weird. Heather shouldn't be scared of the Queen since she of course supports her. But surprisingly she is, she doesn't want to be alone with her at all. But, at the current state, she seemed to be. So, Heather just stayed at the day side of the beach, act as if she didn't notice her. She layed on the ground, her eyes locked with the sky. Her body got warm, and a smile stretched acrossed her face.