I wake up late the next morning. Judging from the sun, it could be around 11am… maybe?

Chelsea and her ‘boss’ are no where to be found, so I’m left alone once again. Alone with the self-pity and Zeath-loathing.

It’s funny how I forgot about all that in the ocean last night because now… now the feelings are back again. And I try as much as I can to stop myself from sinking into them.

Morning in the rural is beautiful; an epitome of aesthetic perfection. Especially by the ocean. ...