the beach. you could define it as your second home or safe place; the distant waves, the drinks you would have, cute-shaped clouds and kids playing with you.

it was good. you bent down carefully on sand as watching the little girl you met get some of the ocean to fill the alone hole you both did. while doing it so, your eyes moved slowly to someone, who seemed young and pretty, messy hair due wind and...

"something happened, auntie?" the voice behind you made you stiffen, looking back to see the girl, fortunately.