Early Sunsets Over Monroeville » Frerard

Frank had always felt lost, hopeless, empty, and alone. He chose not to speak to anyone, not to say what's on his mind. Mostly because his mother always told him that it was selfish to care about himself. One day he was walking alone, it was dark, to get back home. Infront of where he lives there was a girl, a girl he's never seen, sitting alone on a bench in front of the sea. No one usually sits there, especially at night and in the winter, so Frank walked back to his house and wondered who she was and if she'll be there tomorrow.