Megosztott hang

He stands alone by the sea, arms wide open—like he’s embracing something that isn’t there. The sun is setting, painting everything gold… but beside him, there’s only silence. That’s his reality. But in his mind… it’s different. She’s there. The moment fades. The waves are still there. The sunset is still beautiful. But he’s alone again. And maybe… she never really came. Or maybe… she’s just someone he hasn’t met yet.