Just as I had heard, the beach had a salty air accompanied by fresh wind. And then the gentle and subtle crashing of the waves.
It was so serene.
We sat in the grass, and I watched, looking at how calm, turbid waves could be.
"Did you have something you wanted to talk about?" He asked and I turned to him. "You look like you have a lot on your mind. Are you tired?"
"You could say that," I said, folding my knees up and resting my chin on them. "I'm tired. I don't really see any reason to live. Why am I living like this?"
He watched me as I lamented on and on, without interrupting me. I talked about things I didn't intend to reveal to anyone to begin with and tears slid down my cheeks.
"I should just give up," I said but he got closer and wiped my tears with the scarf.
"From what I've heard, you don't have a reason to keep living, but you don't have a reason not to keep living either." He said but he got no reaction from me.
What was his point?
