A/N: As you can see, I changed the prologue. This chapter was beta'd by my newest beta, Maddie Rose. Thank you so very effing much! You should really check her stories. They're awesome! I hope that you guys like this better than the old one.


It was a sunny day as the little girl walked by the beach. In her tiny hands were various seashells of different colours. It was quite a handful by the looks of it. She hadn't even bothered to bring a bucket along with her, so right now she was struggling to keep them in her hands. The five-year-old girl didn't even notice the small rock as she squealed and tripped over it. She landed head first, sending the seashells flying from her hands. Groaning, she raised herself with her arms, spluttering when she tasted sand in her mouth. Suddenly, out of the blue, someone laughed at her, and as the sensitive little girl she was, she sobbed.

Three siblings were splashing everywhere as they swam in the warm water of the sea; the youngest was with their mother, sunbathing. The youngest boy of the four children stopped and walked towards a tree to grab a towel. He was wiping his face when suddenly, he heard a squeal. With the towel still in his hands, he quickly ran towards the noise and stopped once he saw a girl on the ground, sprawled on the wet sand. She pushed herself up with her arms; wet sand covered her face as she spit some out of her mouth. He couldn't help it, he laughed. He abruptly stopped when he heard a sob though, and instantly regretted it. Slowly, he made his way to her, and crouched down to her level, helping her up.

The person who laughed at her stopped abruptly when she started crying. She heard footsteps on the wet sand and something blocked her from the sunlight. She couldn't open her eyes; the wet sand was still clinging to her face. She felt something soft on her face and she took a hold on it, realizing it was a towel.

"Here, wipe your face" a small voice said to her. She nodded and stood up. She sat on the sand as she wiped her face with the towel, and once she felt there was no more sand on her face, she cautiously opened her eyes. A boy smiled broadly at her and said, "There. That's much better, right?"

She nodded and smiled. "Thank you" she said, handing him back the towel. He took it gently from her and draped it across his shouldes. He looked sheepishly at her and grimaced.

"I'm sorry I laughed at you. I couldn't help it." he muttered.

"It's okay. I get that a lot." she replied in a shy voice. She looked around to see her seashells scattered everywhere, making her groan in frustration.

"What's wrong?" the boy asked, thinking he made a mistake. She shook her head, indicating it wasn't his fault, and pointed at her seashells.

"I spent an hour picking those. And now I have to do it again." she mumbled, pouting slightly. The boy chuckled and stood up. He reached out his hand and waited.

"Let me help you, it's the least I could do." he said. She shrugged and took his hand, pulling herself up. He looked around and gazed at her questioningly.

"Do you have anything to hold those seashells with?" he asked. She shook her head and pursed her lips. He hummed and looked around. He spotted something brown by the coconut tree and picked it up.

"Here, use this" he said, handing over the brown thing. It was a half of a husk of a coconut. She looked at him, confused, and asked, "Why did you give me a coconut?"

"To put your shells in" he said as though it was obvious. She laughed and nodded understandingly. The boy helped her, just like he promised. Once they were done, they sat by the edge of the water, gazing at the sky. The girl looked at her shells and frowned when she saw one of them was broken into half. She took both halves and showed it to the boy.

"Look, this shell's broken. It was my favourite one too." she sighed. The shell was pink in colour, with some streaks of purple and white by the edges. The boy took the other half and placed it in his hand, examining it. He smiled as an idea crept into his mind.

"How's this? You take that half and I'll take this one. If we ever meet each other in the future, I'll be bound to know who you are" he suggested. The girl considered this and nodded.

"That's a good idea." she smiled. He shrugged and gave her a smug look. The girl rolled her eyes and chuckled slightly. A couple of minutes later, her mother called for her. She stood up and smiled at the boy.

"I've got to go. Maybe I'll see you soon?" she asked hopefully. He looked a little disappointed, but nodded anyway. Before she walked off, she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for helping me." she whispered, a small blush crept on her cheeks. His eyes widened and he nodded. She turned around and walked towards her mother, who was looking at her fondly. The boy swallowed the lump on his throat. He touched the cheek she kissed absentmindedly, and walked backwards. Finally, he smiled and ran towards his siblings, who had been searching for him for the past twenty minutes.

"Where have you been?" his brother asked him. He looked at him sheepishly, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry, I was caught in the moment." he mumbled. His siblings looked at him incredulously.

"What is that suppose to mean?" his older sister said. He shrugged and sat down beside his mother, who was holding his baby sister. He picked her up from his mother arms and bounced her up and down on his lap.

"Did you have fun today?" he whispered to his sister. She nodded and played with the string of his trunk. When the sun was setting, he realized he didn't even get the girl's name. He wondered if they would meet again someday.

Little did he know that fate had plans for them. Even if it did take twelve years.