The sun was setting when I arrived. I dropped my bags inside and walked straight to the beach and sat down in the wet sand. It was still warm anyway and I just had to feel the water on my feet. So I took my sneakers and socks of and carefully put my feet down in the cold water.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, after a full day of driving I was finally here. Away from it all. Away from my family and friends. Away from him!

I opened my eyes again to look at the sunset. I would enjoy it here. Just by myself, nobody to tell me what to do or how to do it. I had enough money. And my grandparents left me the house to use as I wanted to, so I could paint, draw, do whatever the hell I wanted to.

I couldn't help but smile. My grandparents from my dad's side had always been the only ones who urged me to keep drawing and painting. Keep doing art. My parents not so much. I was smart, had a high IQ so they wanted me to study, go have a good education and get a good job. Preferably in the big city where we lived. The city I sort of hated.

I was the kind of person that did wat her parents told her... I did go to school. Did everything they told me, got straight A's. Got into a great school. But I was never really happy. I never stopped drawing or painting. It was just a thing I did in my spare time. Not that I had much trying to study medicine.

Everything changed when both my grandparent's died in a car crash. It broke me. They left me the cottage. My parents urged me to sell it, just like my boyfriend Axel. He said it would be a great save amount of money, a down payment for a home. After a huge fight I broke up with him. We weren't doing great anyway. He was getting so overbearing. He was already planning our marriage where I had no idea in which field I was going to qualify... let alone if I wanted to get married!

So no I was here, in the Hamptons. Yes, I could say I came from a good family. We always had money. That didn't mean we were always happy. The pressure to perform was big. And no, not to draw. To become a doctor. Preferably a heart surgeon.
I sighed and stood back up. Right. Time to get back in. I needed some well-deserved sleep. Driving for about 20 hours straight had been a horrible idea. Dangerous non the less.

As I turned I was surprised by a visitor. A handsome dark haired man stood a few feed ahead of me. He grinned. "Good evening Miss"