Under the stars, before the vast sea.
The boy dragged his exhausted body and walked slowly and hard to the shore step by step. Every step he took was tearing old wounds and washing the new wounds with salt water.
He was already exhausted. He just put down the unconscious person on his back and fell onto the sand mixed with stones. After a while, he propped up his body and stood up slowly, looking at the dying person next to him. Then he turned around and looked at the ominous place in front of him that almost killed him again.
The boy trembled slightly and stood on the uneven stones, letting the waves beat mercilessly on his body that was bruised and bruised for some unknown reason.
The biting wind had already messed up his hair, penetrated into the torn clothes, and penetrated deeply into his bones.
Even so, those empty and lifeless eyes were still looking at the end of the sea...