The sea crashed against the cliff she sat upon. Explosive reams of water, white and foamy burst from below spraying her with the lightest of breezes. The smell of the ocean permeated the skies, the cliff, and even Fleur herself.
Was she the tides, coming and going in a never ending cycle, or the cliff, standing tall yet endlessly, inevitably eroded? It was a question Fleur hated to ponder. It meant she had time to think, to feel. To be consumed by the gravitational force of Harry's soul.
To know truly and deeply that you love someone and that they return it is terrifying. Fleur has been running, as far and as long as her feet and magic will carry her. But every time she relaxes, he appears. A man at the coffee shop will have eyes which flash that particular unique shade of jade; scruffy hair will stand out amongst busy streets.
He is everywhere and nowhere. Fleur believes now she's fated to be the cliff forever eroded by Harry's love crashing against her; slowly but surely tearing down her walls until she's but a mound in the face of the overwhelming ocean Harry encompasses. She screams, an amalgamy of frustration, fear, and distraught.
Only the squacking of seagulls responds. A deep breath followed by the crack of apparition signals the shift; the moment when it all changed. She went to face reality, to all her futures that lay with him and the inevitability of their love.