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A year ago. A year to the day since everything had changed, since his life had fallen apart entirely. He'd kept waiting to wake up and be okay, kept waiting for things to stop hurting, and they never did. It never got any better. That did, at least, mean that today didn't feel any harder than the rest. He'd had a therapy appointment first thing that morning. The therapist wasn't the worst, but her heart didn't seem to be in it. But she wasn't trying to interfere or mess with his life, so he stayed going to keep his parents feeling like they were doing something.
He had plenty of emails to respond to, had a blog post he needed to finish and publish, had a stack of photos he needed to get edited. But after an hour, he couldn't stand to be inside any more. He needed to be outside and needed to be walking. So he grabbed his camera, called to his parents that he'd be back in an hour or so, and set out walking.
He'd always been calmer when he was outside and walking. It was a distraction from everything else that was going on, or at the least, it was an opportunity to think it through without being interrupted. Bringing his camera with him was as much a security blanket and an excuse as anything else, but still, he found himself stopping to take photos as he walked. When he'd started his blog, he'd wondered how much he could really photograph on such a small island or how long it would take people to get sick of it. But instead he'd found it to be a challenge that forced him to think outside the box and expand his skills and portfolio. He'd expanded into taking long exposures, getting inventive with composure, and also taking portraits. Nicolas had appeared on his blog more than once.
He found himself at the beach almost without even intending to end up there. There was a minute when he considered turning around and going home, but something made him stay and head down towards the beach. And then he saw someone on the path down to the beach, kneeling and staring out at the ocean. Sky definitely considered turning around and leaving then, but something about that... that posture, he (it was definitely a he) just looked exhausted, and for some reason, Sky felt like he had to help.
"Uh... hi. Are... are you okay?" He called as he approached slowly, not wanting to startle him.
He had plenty of emails to respond to, had a blog post he needed to finish and publish, had a stack of photos he needed to get edited. But after an hour, he couldn't stand to be inside any more. He needed to be outside and needed to be walking. So he grabbed his camera, called to his parents that he'd be back in an hour or so, and set out walking.
He'd always been calmer when he was outside and walking. It was a distraction from everything else that was going on, or at the least, it was an opportunity to think it through without being interrupted. Bringing his camera with him was as much a security blanket and an excuse as anything else, but still, he found himself stopping to take photos as he walked. When he'd started his blog, he'd wondered how much he could really photograph on such a small island or how long it would take people to get sick of it. But instead he'd found it to be a challenge that forced him to think outside the box and expand his skills and portfolio. He'd expanded into taking long exposures, getting inventive with composure, and also taking portraits. Nicolas had appeared on his blog more than once.
He found himself at the beach almost without even intending to end up there. There was a minute when he considered turning around and going home, but something made him stay and head down towards the beach. And then he saw someone on the path down to the beach, kneeling and staring out at the ocean. Sky definitely considered turning around and leaving then, but something about that... that posture, he (it was definitely a he) just looked exhausted, and for some reason, Sky felt like he had to help.
"Uh... hi. Are... are you okay?" He called as he approached slowly, not wanting to startle him.