She wanted a walk on the beach. It was the only thing that could calm her storms. And lately her outbreaks were many. He couldn’t understand why. And she couldn’t explain it to him.
They walked hand in hand in silence, listening to the tranquil splash of the waves on the shore.
It had just rained and the clouds were beginning to disperse in the sky.
A few sailboats interrupted the endless smooth water surface.
A few ducks allowed themselves to drift by, along with a seagull who appeared tired of flying.
They sat down for a while by a wooden bench staring into the ocean.
There it was. A broken peer. As if abandoned to its fate. As if forgotten.
She gazed at it for minutes, wondering what stories it had to tell, how many lives had walked on it, in how many memories it featured.
And then… all those moments were simply gone.
Maybe it is true that nothing lasts forever. It is certainly painful. But that is also the reason why we need to make every moment count and everything we live in it beautiful.