The back of his neck burned. He had been walking for what seemed like forever down the familiar beach. He missed the golden sands, and the kiss of crisp ocean air as it grazed his cheek, piercing his nostrils. He looked down at his feet, and couldn't help but wonder; if the tides had not wiped this gritty slate clean everyday, would he have walked in the same footsteps as her? Or even his own?
He shook his head, to clear it of such a nonsensical question. It didn't matter now. She was gone.
He knelt down, the surf gently flowing between his toes. His fingers sifted through the loose, wet sand being pushed by the calm, salty blanket creeping toward the shore. The soft, intoxicating whisper of the glossy waves drowned out the bustling city behind him. The crashing silence, broken only by one lonely seagull floating on the tired breeze. It came to rest on the only rock protruding from the reflected sky lines, dancing across the ripples and tumbling over the shifting liquid moguls. The bir