A warm and salty air, a vast of blue colored water along with the sporadic sound of waves clashing each other, and finally a hand gun on his left hand.
Letting out a sigh, he aimed the gun with his shaky and bloody hands on his temple.
Hesitation flash across his eyes but was gone in instant. He then urge himself to pull the trigger.
When suddenly, a bunch of busy footsteps approaching him can be heard. Eerie and weird groan would occasionally accompany the heavy and dragged footsteps.
Not minding the arrival of the owners of the footsteps, he utter a sigh in defeat.
He wanted to mockingly laugh at himself.
With despair and hatred swallowing his heart, that one movement of his finger finally twisted his light apart.
The loud gunshot echoes across the entire beach and along with it was a body slowly falling down on the sand.
The beautiful setting of the sun on top of the horizon was the final memory that thoroughly cemented on his mind before embracing the utter darkness.