The smell of salt was too strong, almost tangible on the skin. The hot sand seeped through your fingers, and there was little protection from the scorching sun, except for the sunscreen you had to carry with you at all times. Occasionally, transparent jellyfish would float near the shore, causing nearby children to shriek and run away.

Steve was standing ankle-deep in the water, his hands pressed against his forehead to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. A gentle breeze ruffled his bright Hawaiian shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top. His entire demeanor suggested that he was relaxed and at peace for the first time in a long while. There was no need to be overly cautious or vigilant.

The ice cream began to melt on your fingers, melting in the unbearable heat, and the seagulls seemed to be laughing at your little problem as they flew by. Over the course of the year, you hadn't visited many places together. Together, simply because he always followed you, having no place for himself in his ordinary life.

"This is the first time I've seen water since... Well, you know. I don't know what to think. I just want to jump, that's all."