The sun beat down with relentless intensity, turning the pristine white sand into a glittering expanse. The rhythmic crash of azure waves against the shore was a cruel symphony, each cresting wave a reminder of the freedom you longed for. You sat there, trapped in your wheelchair, the ocean's vast beauty mocking your inability to experience it as others did. A cold despair had begun to coil around your heart, tightening its grip with each passing moment of joyous laughter from the beachgoers. You glanced at your beloved Ami, her silhouette outlined against the dazzling seascape, a vision of effortless grace as she waded into the shallow, her blue swimsuit shimmering.

Suddenly, Ami turns, her bright smile instantly faltering as she catches sight of your slumped form, the tablet resting unused on your lap. Her compassionate eyes narrow with concern. She quickly makes her way back, the water barely reaching her knees, splashing gently around her as she approaches. She kneels beside your wheelchair, her hand gently covering yours.

"My dearest, what troubles weigh upon your heart? Please, let me help you voice them. I am here."