H.U.R.T
Beachside

Steve leaves New York, and decides to stay in Savannah. Be alone. His parents also settled in Spain.

New York really gives a variety of memories for him. Whether it was happiness or sorrow and none of those memories could he forget. Everything is in every nerve. It enveloped every stream of his veins, following him like a shadow. The shadow will not disappear even in the middle of darkness. The shadow becomes more real when everything looks dark.

Steve was free, his name was clean but he still did not dare to close his eyes, not able to see his reflection in the mirror.

Forgive. Did he forgive the injustice he had received? Yes, he bandaged the wounds he got by forgiving even though he did not receive an apology from the bastards. If Steve hadn't forgiven those bastards, he would probably be like Olivia who would have rather tried everything with her own hands.

That way was once thought and it was not a difficult thing to slaughter Brian and his concoction. But, Lexi became a reason for him to look like a human. He did not want to throw his enemy using mud that would not necessarily give a deterrent effect on his enemies but the mud was certainly dirtying his hands.

Finally, he decided everything was back to the law. Let the law do its part correctly this time.

However, even though everything has gone well, even though it has forgiven, the wound that was scratched still leaves a mark, right?

It seems he needs more time to disguise the scar. Alright, he will be patient even longer to be able to more courage to fight his trauma. This time, he entrusted everything to a universe that had a myriad of scenarios.

There was nothing else he had to fight for, he would just wait, live, enjoy, and befriend a barrage of horrible memories.

Steve stopped by his house just to pick up some stuff. From Savannah he took a ferry to his beach house in St. Nelda's Island. He needs calmness, silence and peace away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Steve looked at the sea water, the shadow as Lexi's car plunged into the stream making her flinch backwards. That day was the scariest day in the history of his life. Throughout his life, Steve always prepared himself to accept any consequences whatever in his life. But he never prepares to see Lexi leave him for good.

Without thinking about the wounds he had sustained, without thinking about his safety, he plunged along with Lexi into a stream so cold that it was able to freeze the blood in his body.

Dying together is her choice. People always have a plan and a choice, but the universe has a reality.

Steve was found five days later unconscious. Lexi was not found despite a nearly forty-day search. And on the fiftyth day, the search was stopped and he was pronounced dead.

Willson was grieving, Harry was so fucked up, Steve couldn't comment. He's too tired. His body was also battered and needed treatment. Nearly a month Steve was hospitalized until he fully recovered. And after he was declared recovered, the trial on the case 13 years ago was reopened.

And it's been four months since that happened. Steve moved away from the edge of the ship, looking for a rush that could distract him from the events of four months ago. He saw his watch, soon the ship would pull over.

Finally the ferry landed. Steve immediately went down, setting his foot on the white sand. The sand was warm under his feet. The wind blows strong enough to fight the sun's heat. He closed his eyes, breathing the salty air. On this sea island, he will spend the whole summer determined to forget the terrible memories and hope to create happy memories. Hope so.

Steve carried his bag on his shoulder, dragged his travelbag, passed three houses until he finally reached his beach house. The house with the largest size among other houses.

"Steve, have you come?"

A teenage girl who was playing by the beach with her sister waved at her. They were Nolan's family who were one of his neighbors. Rose Nolan and Peter Nolan. She has very beautiful daughters. Peter Nolan works as a master. While Rose works odd jobs. Sometimes selling is not. For now, Rose works as a janitor at Steve's house.

"You cut your hair?" the teenage girl ran up to him. "You look different just because we haven't seen each other for a few weeks. What did you bring from the city?" The beautiful girl glanced at her bag.

"I was just asking if Steve brought anything interesting out of town."

"You look more alive." Praise the girl for ignoring her sister's babble.

"Yes, that's how it is" he said succinctly.

"Steve, did you bring anything?" Amor did not give up.

"Only a few chocolate bars can you find in Mrs' department store. Dowson," Steve finally answered Amor's question.

"Nothing else?" Amor looked disappointed. He wanted something that could not be found in the only department store on the coast.

Steve just shuffled his shoulders.

"Geez, Amor, let Steve rest."

"Hm, all right," Amor finally relented. "If you don't have any activities, come join us, Steve. We were sunbathing to get an awesome exotic skin. We'll make sand castles if you join us."

"I'll think about it later. I need coffee now. If you want the chocolate, you can pick it up later."

Steve reached the porch of his house and as he was about to open the door, the door was opened from the inside making him reflexively throw dirty swearing.

A long-mistled woman standing in the doorway was no less surprised by him.

With one quick glance, Steve scanned the girl's appearance. A white, wet bone gamis was attached to her body, revealing the bikini she was wearing behind the long dress. I don't know what the concept of women's clothing is. The wooden floor was wet from the droplets coming from the girl.

"Oh, have you come? We're out of sunscreen. Amor and Zetta want to sunbathe and..."

"And you stole mine" Steve interrupted.

The woman shook her head strongly, "You don't exist, so I decided I'd ask you after you came. We'll just wear enough."

"Still you steal. And what are you doing with my floor, Arabian girl?!"

"Zenia, come quickly and apply the sunscreen." Zetta yelled out to call the long-groomed girl.

"My brothers called me. I'll dry your floor later. By the way, what are you doing with your face? Where are those sideburns? You look ludicrous with your current appearance." Zinia ran over to her sisters.