The east window of the room was merely there for uncertain gushes of wind in the midnight. When the night itself gave no hints of tomorrow, what would he do? It's him who never knew what was the catalyst for his living....anymore. Rintaro.14 yrs. Pea-shaped eyes. Extremely dark. As much the night might get jealous of. He flickered his eyelashes one more time.

The entirety of the house was not what we can call stable. The winds never failed to shake the upper roof at midnight, maximizing the probability of collapsing his last lodge. The house itself was few inches far from the omnipotent sea. The fearful curses of what he experienced made him stand still for an instance before proceeding towards the waters .

He walks again at midnight. The only porch he holds onto is walking towards his unchanging fate.
The sand glistened under the moonlight often. But tonight it seemed it collected more glitter.

Rintaro had his name from his dad's favorite hockey player Suna Rintaro. He knew his dad had a lot of hope with him. But he couldn't approach his dad for a long time. By the time he finally tamed his senses , his father wasn't around anymore. The water took him. It didn't stop there. Like a lost soul he ventured around for signs of his dad. He failed as the water striked again. He called for his mother. She gave in to everything. Omnipresence of the giant gloom over their head devastated the last bit of hope in her. She stopped and went far. Rintaro couldn't reach to her, as the stars that reflected onto the sea captures him.

But he walks. He never stopped. As if the sea invites him for a long talk. The midnight gloom and the moon seemed to enjoy the long prevailed hymn of the lonely sea.

His feet brushed of sand as he...