The waves crashed gently against the shore, the silver glow of the moon casting a shimmering path across the ocean’s surface. Timothee sat at the water’s edge, his arms resting on his knees, eyes lost in the vast horizon. His damp hair clung to his face, and silent tears traced paths down his cheeks. The night was quiet, but his thoughts were deafening.

Soft footsteps approached, stopping just beside him. No words were spoken, no questions asked—just a quiet presence settling next to him. Timothee exhaled shakily, closing his eyes for a moment before finally speaking, voice barely above a whisper.

"You always find me, don’t you?"

Timothee turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours. For the first time that night, his sorrow felt just a little lighter.