I remember one time when we were at the beach house. The salty air was crisp and refreshing, the waves gently lapping at the shore. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over everything, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. We were sitting on the beach, our toes buried in the cool sand, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sound of seagulls echoed in the distance, and the rhythmic crashing of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to our conversation.
Drew turned to me, his eyes reflecting the colors of the sunset. "You know, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm just afraid of leaving everything behind," he said softly, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and acceptance.
I felt my heart break at his words, and I pulled him into a tight hug, letting the tears f
