The trees creaked as an incoming storm rumbling in the distance, causing the black waves to crash more heavily on the beach. The beach was deserted of any souls, dark brown sand left empty. There was however, one person still on the beach. Sitting on a rock, he stared out at the approaching storm.
Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry;
Still, you don't regret a single day.
A girl...Girl...Girl...
His voice was strong and bold, yet gentle and soft. His Danish accent mingled with the words, giving off a slight slur or mumble. One of the two. The cold look in his eyes, and the way his bottom lip had been sucked into his mouth along with his almost depressing posture showed how emotional his story was...