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On the shore, in low tide, a boy lay in the coarse sand, his body wet from the sea crashing onto land.
He wasn’t any older than twenty, but he didn’t have the ruggedness of an adult. He was somewhere between the joy of adolescence and harshness of adulthood.
The waves lapped against his body and his dark hair, strands being dragged by the water till it retreated back to where it came from, until it returned again.
The fireworks were so bright. He saw them with his own two eyes, his gray, cold eyes. He saw the bright colors against the dark canvas of midnight, only dotted with stars and nothing else until the fireworks exploded in the air.
The fireworks were so beautiful.
He lay there in the sand, not caring if his clothes were wet. It was winter, and the water was freezing. But he didn’t seem to care.
“Is that it for the wild wolf?”
A girl watched him from one of the ridges.
“Far from the end, Sakura. I am far from the end.”
He laughs.
“Join me here. It’s better than the crowd.”
She sighs, and she walks down to where he is.
And she sits in the sand, not caring if her clothes get wet as well.