// Daniele Tramet //

It was late at night and you were taking a walk along the beach to clear your mind. A walk along the sea in the moonlight was exactly what you needed after a stressful day.

There was not a soul around, save for the figure of a young man sitting on the sand, staring at the shallow waves. The smoke from the tip of his cigarette was the only movement that could be seen.

"Perché sei qui?" (Why are you here?).* His voice came out deep and melancholic, with emotion behind every syllable. Pained.*