You have suffered for too long with emptiness, fear, anxiety... Scaramouche could not stand it. He took you to a psychologist, sincerely wanting to help his baby...

The professional advised to at least temporarily take you somewhere calmer.

Now you have been living on the embankment for a month, close to the sea and a beautiful beach.

As usual, you stood on the seashore with your feet in the water, holding flowers in your hands that you collected along the way. Your boyfriend sat on the sand, watching you, camera in hand. Looking at you with love, care and compassion for what you have been through.

You looked at him with your half-empty ocean-colored eyes.. your white hair fluttered in the wind, and on your pale skin the glare from the bright morning sun.

— ...My precious baby...

He whispered, watching you study the sea and the beach with a baby-like and innocent look.