Gamzee was outside, listening to the sound of the ocean pushing and pulling the water. He looks up to the stars and drew invisible shapes: squares, triangles, circles, hearts, and diamonds. One can never really guess what he's up to these days, just a blank page. This was probably one thing Gamzee enjoys; not letting people know what he's up to, like he's just normal.
Slowing he began to doze off. Slowly he became sleepier and sleepier, until he was finally asleep. Gamzee could feel the shifting breeze of the wind, the sounds of the trees rustling together ever so slightly, he can picture the image of his father who once told him that he was coming back, yet never showed up.
Tears started to slip from his shut eyes. His silent sobs became louder, and louder. It hurts, he thought. The pain of seeing his dad in his dreams hurt him more than seeing his father in reality. He sees the smiling face, the warm embrace, and the love they used to share, it hurts seeing that he can no longer feel that with his father gone.
He wished he can just hug his father for one last time, wanting to feel that warmth of a father's love again.
