Story of Wynn - beginning

The sun had died by now surely. A distant glint was all that was left to Summer Wynn and her lonely view. It was one of those nights, grey and dull. As if everything living had fled to some other place, far away. The sea was looking angry and all SW could think of was that one mistake she had made. Loving him to the point of pushing everything else away. Losing herself to the thrill, but it was short lived. Now, alone and cold, she stared out into the dead waves as they came crashing one by one. It has been almost a month now since he went away. But it felt no different, he was still haunting her. In very shadow of every thought. In the whispers of the nights. He had this thing to him, a most malicious way of turning her inside out...