The air was clear. The sun was shining on the sand. It was calm, serene even. Peaceful. So why was Cyno left feeling empty?

He couldn't help it. His thoughts were plagued by you, you, you. Always you. The way you held him so tenderly. Your soft scolding tone when he came home injured. Your sweet kisses.

He felt empty without you.

He always would.

It had been three years since you vanished.

He held no hope of your return.