Rolo dropped down on his knees next to Corinne and and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He could feel her shake with each sob. She was so small, so fragile. Yet there was an element to her that Rolo could sense. There was something about her, something unbreakable. She wore her heart on her sleeve, it seemed, yet she was not afraid to throw caution to the wind. Perhaps Corinne merely was as sentimental as Rolo was at times. And so he just held her whilst not knowing what to say, but understanding all the same.

[color=orange]"Corinne."[/color] whispered Rolo.

[color=orange]"Let's go outside. The view out there is amazing."[/color] suggested Rolo in a more lighthearted tone.

He helped Corinne back onto her feet then led her out of the open door. The doorway lead to the balcony that circled the outside of the top of the lighthouse. The railing surprisingly had very little rust, and not a trace of bird poop to be found. Rolo grabbed the railing with both hands and leaned forward. He let the wind tussle his hair. From their lofty vantage point they could see the entire bay, as well as the various restaurants and tourist shops near the boardwalk. To their right the sea stretched out into the horizon. Rolo could vaguely see the fellas beneath the boardwalk itself. Such a vista was in itself a representation of Sea Salt Bay. Beautiful on the outside yet mysterious and dirty just beneath the surface. 

[color=orange]"Ya know what Corinne?"[/color] asked Rolo.