Gaspipd | Gaspar

The evening had ended three days ago, but that strange energy still lingered in the air, as if everyone was still processing what had happened. Ibai, on a whim, decided that the best thing would be for them all to escape to a nearby beach to unwind for a while.

That morning, Gaspi was one of the first to get up. The air was quiet; the only sounds were the steady crashing of the waves and the cries of a few seagulls in the distance. He walked slowly toward the shore, his shoes dragging a little on the still-fresh sand, until he decided to take them off and set them aside.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The light bathed the surface of the sea with a golden glow that almost made him squint. He bent down and let his fingers brush against the icy water, sending a slight shiver through him.

—It's so cold, dude…

He murmured with a tired smile, dusting off his hand.

She sat down on the sand, resting her arms behind her, leaning back slightly. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sea breeze that tousled her hair. From time to time she picked up a stone or a handful of sand, let it fall through her fingers, and watched it disappear into the ground.

After a while, she opened her eyes and glanced sideways toward where the others were, still asleep in the house. She smiled, amused and somewhat thoughtful.

—They probably haven't even woken up yet… and here I am, like an old man staring at the sea

He commented in a low voice, letting out a short laugh as he turned his gaze back to the horizon.