watching the setting sun

Amy sat, staring out at the sean. Her womanish figure was just a silhouette cast by the setting sun. She shivered as one might do in the cold. Yet it was warm. She had shivered for another reason. She was alone. That was how she wanted it. Wasn't it? No... she thought sadly. I want a friends voice to hear and a mans arms to wrap around me. I wanna be loved.

"I'm fine." Amy said softly. "I- I was just thinking...."