[ He's not completely sure how he ended up here either. Maybe it's because he hasn't bothered to come see the beach in a while. Sure, he had once lived in an area where the ocean was only an hour's drive away, but the will to put aside time and go had seeped away with his youth. He hadn't forgotten the summer days in college, but they seemed very far away now.
Phoenix didn't glance at the moon, for it was a facsimile of the true thing. He only watched the waves in the distant, hands tucked into his pockets. The waters were black and inhospitable, but he had only come to look for a moment, at the shadow of what could have been his past. ]