Third Person's Pov :

The sea shimmered under the pale glow of the moon, each wave crashing gently against the shore with a quiet, rhythmic hum. To anyone else, the scene might have been peaceful—soothing, even—but to Celix Magnas, it was nothing more than the backdrop of his torment. He sat on the damp sand, the icy ocean breeze tousling his dark hair as he took another swig from the nearly empty bottle of whiskey. The liquor burned down his throat, but it was a dull ache compared to the hollow, aching void in his chest.

He stared out at the water, his gaze unfocused and glassy.The pain in his eyes is unimaginably visible. His villa loomed behind him, a sprawling fortress of glass and stone that glittered in the moonlight. From the outside, it was the symbol of wealth and power, a testament to his father's dominance in the business world. But to Celix, it was a suffocating reminder of everything he had lost.

His mother had loved the sea. She used to bring him down to this very beach when he was a child, teaching him how to swim, laughing as the waves playfully lapped at their feet. It had been their haven, a place where the pressures of his father's world couldn't touch them. Now, it was a place of grief, a reminder of the woman who had been taken from him so cruelly.

The accident had happened more than four weeks ago, but to Celix, it felt like a lifetime. One moment she was there, smiling and full of life, and the next, she was gone like she didn't even exist,like his whole life was a lie. A rainy night, slick and heavy roads, and a car that had spun out of control—sucking out the light of his mother's life in an instant. The details blurred together in mind, a bunch of police reports, hospital rooms, and funeral arrangements.

It was all so pointless, so pointless 

He tipped the bottle back again, letting the last of the whiskey slide down his throat. His throat burned from constant drinking but his pain has made him too numb to feel anything other then the pain of losing his mother.He felt the familiar warmth spread through him, dulling the sharp edges of his pain, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He wanted to forget. He wanted the ache in his chest to disappear, to be replaced by nothingness. But no matter how much he drank, his mother's face remained in his mind, her smile lingering just out of reach, a ghost he could never touch again.

The wind picked up, howling through the rocks, but Celix barely noticed. He was lost in his thoughts, his body swaying slightly as the alcohol clouded his senses. The world around him became fuzzy, the sounds of the waves distant, like he was sinking deeper into a dream.

And then, something strange happened.

Out of the corner of his eye, Celix saw movement just beyond the water's edge. He squinted, trying to focus, but his vision was blurry, the lines between reality and his drunken haze blurring. For a moment, he thought it was just the alcohol playing tricks on him, but the figure didn't disappear,it was there.

A woman, at the water's edge.

Celix's heart skipped a beat at that sight. She was standing there, just where the waves met the shore, her silhouette illuminated by the moon surreally . He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his foggy vision, but she remained, her form so familiar, so real.

"Mom?" Celix's voice cracked as he whispered the word, his throat dry and painful from the strong whiskey. His pulse quickened as he struggled to his feet, his legs unsteady beneath him. The sand shifted under his weight as he stumbled forward, his eyes locked on the figure in the distance.

It was her. It had to be. The way she stood, her posture, the way her hair caught in the wind—it was just like his mother. Celix's heart pounded in his chest as he moved toward her, desperation clawing at him with every step.

"Mom!" His voice was louder now, filled with both hope and fear. He staggered toward the water, his feet splashing into the cold waves, but he didn't feel the chill at all. All he could see was her—his mother, waiting for him, her arms outstretched like she always used to when he was a boy.

He had to reach her. He had to.She was waiting for him .

The water rose higher as he waded in, the waves lapping at his waist, but he didn't care. He kept moving, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the alcohol and grief tangled together in his mind. His mother was just a few feet away now, her face still obscured by the mist, but Celix didn't need to see her face to know it was her. He *felt* her presence.

"I'm coming, Mom," Celix choked, the words barely audible above the roar of the ocean. His chest tightened as he reached out, his fingers brushing the air just in front of him.

But then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, the figure began to fade. Celix's heart clenched as her form dissolved into the mist, her outstretched hand slipping away like smoke.

"No!" Celix shouted, his voice breaking. He lunged forward, but his foot slipped on the wet sand, and before he knew it, the water closed over his head. 

Panic surged through him as the cold water filled his lungs. He kicked and thrashed, trying to push himself back to the surface, but his limbs felt too heavy, the alcohol making his movements weak and uncoordinated. The sea, once so familiar and calming, now felt like it was dragging him down, pulling him deeper

He kicked and flailed, his chest burning for air, but the more he struggled, the further he sank. His thoughts became muddled, and as the darkness closed in, all he could think of was his mother. He wanted to see her, just one more time.

Just one more time.

Celix's vision dimmed as his body gave up the fight. He sank into the blackness, the world above slipping away.

And then—something moved beneath him.

A flicker of light, a presence, something gentle and strong wrapped around him, pulling him up. Celix's mind reeled, trying to make sense of what was happening, but his body was too weak, too tired. He barely registered the sensation of being lifted, the water rushing past him as he was pulled toward the surface.

For a moment, he thought it was his mother again, come to save him, but no , it wasn't her. It was something else, something…surreal .

The water broke above him, and Celix gasped, his lungs greedily sucking in the night air as much as he can . But before he could see who—or what—had saved him, his vision blurred again, his body too exhausted to stay conscious.

The last thing he saw before the darkness took him was a pair of eyes, bright, beautiful and emerald, gazing at him from beneath the waves.And gorgeous shiny greyish blue hair .

Then everything went black.