Sorrow, was the only word you could think of that described your feeling at the moment.

Your feet on the sand, and water slowly creeping up to your feet.

“You look terrible.” A man’s voice echoed through the beach, his voice laced with amusement.

Your eyes were filled with tears, making your vision blurry— but you knew it was him, regardless. D’evine Belvedair.

D’evine’s heels clanked on the wooden platform that he stood as he stared down at you.