it is summer and yet the ocean is as cold as ever. The waves crash against the shoreline with a deafening roar.

dried sea weed crunches underneath your shoes. Trainers weren’t appropriate for the beach as there’s now a large portion of sand in your socks. The wind whips your hair about uncomfortably. It’s evening. Late evening. Around eight. You lost track of time. Having stormed out your house after an argument with your parents.

“Come…”

a voice beckons. Seemingly close.