Waves crashed together beyond the cliff, the full moon lighting up the grass around Kevin. He had his arms crossed, resting on his knees. The relaxing sound of the water helped Kevin to think, helped him to imagine himself somewhere else. It was surprisingly warm for nighttime, Kevin wasn't tired and he could see no lights other than the moon. He felt like he was the only person left on the planet, and that notion was oddly comforting. The urge to cry hit him, just to release everything that had built up over the years, but he couldn't. A car roared to life in the distance, beyond the village that he had escaped from, and it broke his illusion. While getting up, an unsatisfying feeling that this had all been a waste of time hit him, and he begrudgingly strolled home. The mud squished, the gravel crunched, the gate squeaked when it swung open. Kevin climbed up the side of the wall, opened the window, and swung his leg over the window sill. The room was illuminated by the moon, it was like colour had been sucked out of the room, all there was left was white and shadow, and it was beautiful. Diving into the bed, he pulled the sheets over his head and fluffed his pillow. He hadn't noticed how tired he had become.