#Chapter50
There was something charmingly unapologetic about the way the sea breeze invaded every quantum of his being, unravelling the tension that embedded itself into his shoulder blades, and massaging free the aching within his soul.
It was cold. It was wet. But as he stood there, face tilted upwards to the battalion of shimmering pinpricks that decked the ghostly night sky, he couldn't help but feel he was exactly where he was meant to be. Which didn't exactly make sense, but that was the beauty of it: nothing made sense, but everything made sense.
