Grabbing onto the sand, he watched it slip away from his fingertips. His eyes were brimmed with tears but he didn't care.

"Stupid...?"

She walked slowly to him, with his legs crossed and his arms were shaking at the cold of the night. In a flash she took off her scarf, hat and gloves and forced it on him. He did not resist like she thought he would.

"Are you okay?"

Tears that were held back could not be stopped, he cried into her arms silently while she sat there without saying a word.

"I don't get why she is back."

His was was rough and cracked, he sounded so broken, it caused her heart to ache.

"Who?"

"Why is she back? I don't get it."

His lifted his head to face her, his expression was a mixture of anger and pain but his breath stank of alcohol.

"Tell me why she is back."

She had no idea what to say, but all she could do was stare at him waiting for him to calm. She tried to not cringe at the smell of whiskey from his breathe.

"Why do you like me?"

"You're hot."

He let out a laugh but it wasn't the same as before, it was a laugh without any humour. Forced. Gently, he moved himself away from her and sat up facing her, she noticed the bags under his eyes. All those sleepless night.

"You think I am hot?"

"Pretty much, a pretty face for a pretty guy."

They sat like that, watching the waves crash onto the shore while his hand slowly crept to hers but then with every force in him, he grabbed the whiskey bottle instead. All she could do was watch him drink the night away, and listen to the waves crashing.