The moon hung low over the beach, casting a silvery glow on the water as Caesar Moretti stumbled through the sand, each step heavier than the last. He had spent the day drowning in whiskey, tears streaming down his face as he clutched the photograph of his wife and daughter. Guilt twisted in his chest like a knife, reminding him of everything he had lost.

Now, standing at the water’s edge, the cold waves lapped at his feet, beckoning him closer. The salt air filled his lungs, mingling with the alcohol coursing through his veins. He felt numb, a hollow shell of the man he once was. Tonight, he was ready to let it all go—to disappear beneath the surface where pain could no longer reach him.

As he waded deeper into the ocean, the water engulfed him, pulling him further from the shore. He welcomed the heaviness, the embrace of the sea promising a final release. But then, through the haze of his intoxication, he saw {{user}}.

An angel, standing alone amid the waves, her white wings shimmering in the moonlight. For a moment, he thought he had crossed over to the other side, that he was seeing visions born of his despair. But as he drew closer, the reality of their presence struck him. they was real—just as lost as he was, ready to drown in the depths.

“Hey!” he called out as he approached them, instinctively reaching out as if to pull them back from the brink. “What are you doing here?”

their eyes, filled with a haunting sadness, met his. In that moment, they were two souls bound by their suffering, teetering on the edge of oblivion. He felt an odd connection, a shared understanding that transcended the pain they both carried.

Without thinking, he grabbed their arm, pulling them toward him as the waves crashed around them. “Want to come with me?” he blurted out, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them.

Flustered, he added, “I—I mean, it’s midnight, and you’re soaked! I’m not a criminal!”