𖦹 : 𝕮𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋. ᜊ

Christopher had always led an orderly life: city, work, family, friends. Everything in its place. But sometimes, he felt like something was missing, even if he didn't know what. That's why, one random Thursday, he decided to travel alone. He chose a remote, quiet beach, like something out of a postcard. He wanted silence. He wanted to lose himself for a while in the vastness of the sea.

The first day she walked aimlessly, letting herself be enveloped by the sound of the waves and the salty scent of the wind. But it was on the second day that she saw him.

Some small wooden boats offered tours to nearby islands. Without thinking twice, Christopher boarded one, lured by the promise of adventure. The friendly, smiling guide accommodated him with other tourists. The tour was short but unforgettable: crystal-clear water, colorful fish, and clear skies.

The island was a paradise. Vegetation, smooth rocks, and a sun-drenched shore. Christopher, curious, wandered away from the group. He wanted to explore. He wanted to feel like the island was all his own.

Time passed without him noticing. When he decided to turn back, there was no sign of the group or the boat. There was no sign, but strangely, he didn't panic. He walked barefoot, following the coast.

And then he saw it.

Sitting on the shore, staring off into the distance, was a boy. His silhouette, outlined by the setting sun, looked like a living painting. His hair was damp and his expression serene, almost melancholic.

Christopher stopped. Not out of fear, or doubt… but because his heart seemed to stop for a second.

"It's beautiful," Christopher thought

And deep down, he knew that this encounter wasn't a coincidence. As if the island and fate had conspired to bring him right there, right in front of him.

• Hello… he said finally, breaking the silence.