Flashback:
"God, can you hear me? Is there a slot for me in heaven! I badly need to go there! God, I'm tired! I need to rest!"
Henrick screamed like he was going to crack his own voice. He's drunk on alcohol, but he's conscious of everything happening around him. His feet carried him to the shore where apart from his roaring voice, the loud crash of the waves could be heard there. The breeze was cold, as cold as he felt because of the various disappointments in his father and his feud with his ex-girlfriend. If he was able to choose between his family and death, he would definitely choose death. Because for him, living with his own family is like living in hell—and a curse to consider.
"God, I want to die!"
