It was a warm sunny day, Lacey was laying under a giant leafy tree that perfectly shaded her pale delicate skin from the sun rays. She closed her big, brown, doe eyes giving her thick, long eye lashes no choice but to softly rest on her rosy cheeks. The day was so warm that Lacey’s cheeks were redder than usual. On a normal day, her cheeks were naturally pink, giving her an innocent, and alluring looking face. But today the pinkness was brighter than usual from the warmth of the beautiful sunny day, giving her a glowing adorable look.

She laid there with her fingers interlocked behind her head. Her hands cradled her head perfectly creating just the right comfort to ignore every noise and activity happening around her so she could get lost in deep in her thoughts. She was thinking about her ex. These weren’t new thoughts, but every time her mind flicked to them, her opinion on those thoughts contradicted the next with every round through each grief stage, they were the same, emotions of grief letting the same thoughts cycle through that had been circling in her head for months, trying to understand what went wrong for her to experience heart break this crippling.

Lacey's ex-boyfriend had left her three months ago and she had only just started to forcefully drag her little tired body out of her bed. The bed that had comforted her and soaked up all of her tears that had fallen and created big salty wet patches, that she didn’t care she was laying in, until she cried herself to sleep. They were tears caused by her ex that came with sobbing and swollen red eyes and a nose that produced as much dampness where she lay as her tears did.

His name was William. William Black. Lacey's first love, ever. Lacey had met William black when she was 18 and he was 21. She had just decided to move to Kalgoorlie to be with her dad and meet his new girlfriend. Lacey was excited to be somewhere new, and decided she’d start looking for job after being across states for a year in South Australia. It was her first taste of independence with no parents hovering, out enjoying a gap year after all her hard work, putting her head down and graduating high school, she rewarded herself with a years worth of life experience in Port Lincoln. She loved it there, and if all her family lived there she’d still be there. Port Lincoln had a gorgeous foreshore that had perfectly lined palm trees that shaded the lush green grass that led you down to the white sand. Lacey loved walking bare foot in the soft sand and sitting down and running her fingers through the silkyness of it. Standing with her toes squished between her toes, she could see out to the ocean until the water joined the sky all along the horizon. If she turned around she could see the shop fronts with people passing each other along the path, and other people crossing the road with their hands full of hot chips, wrapped in butchers paper, ready to bring to the inviting foreshore and get lost in the serenity of it, just like her.

Lacey had moved back to WA and now she was living in a town where the sand was no where white and stubbornly stained the whole of Kalgoorlie’s roads, paths and buildings with a dusty dirty looking redness. The red dirt helped the small mining city to blend into the deserty location.

The heat of Kalgoorlie was polar opposite to Port Lincoln and made Lacey make a mental note to herself to wear anything white. Ever. The town wasn’t the prettiest but her dad was there and all of her dad’s side of the family so being there was worth it.