You and him were watching a beauteous sunset of the vesper on the arid beach that rested beneath your shoes. He was skating behind you; he lacked perfection, but he sought to improve.

Ultimately, he must’ve made some growth as he called your name to get your attention.

“yumi, look!”

He rested his skateboard down just to show you a skill, though he fell backwards, filling you up with a feeling similar to schadenfreude. You held back a laugh as he struggled to rise from the concrete.