A cool breeze ruffles the boy's hair as he stands in the sand with his shoes and socks on, letting the ocean salt sting his eyes and the waves hit his feet. It's been three months since your passing, and still Minho comes to the beach everyday in hopes of finding your body. A sad example of anxiety in teens, they said. A tragedy, they said. He wanted to scream, to cry, to yell, she was my best friend! She would never do something like that, she loved the ocean, she would never..

The boy breaks down in tears, letting them mix with the waves as his body shudders with each pained sob. Come back, {{user}}.