Waves washed upon his sandy feet as he took a small step (or maybe just a dip of his toe into the icy water); though it was Summer, this part of the beach still remained very cold. The desolate area without many people made it easier to sight see without the bitterness of the lazy human nature and their tendency to leave trash everywhere. The water remained clear and cerulean in the day, dark and deep with blues at night. He's mesmerized, by the whispers of the sea and the whisper of his tears.
Stand upon the palest shores and the unadulterated emotions that conjured within the mind reveal themselves. Anger, frustration, joy and bitter hate lace themselves together to form a tightly packaged parcel, ready to be sent away from land. Yongguk’s gaze melts into the horizon, following the rippled path of light. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The lack of human interaction, that is.” He mumbles these words to no one in particular — not thinking that there was anyone to listen to his ramblings to begin with. He’s meters back from the licking waves, coat pulled tightly about him and hair tousling lightly with the sea breeze.