Shoreline

Achilles is as warm as the summer. That warmth that lulls you to sleep in a rainy summer night. He's a ray of sunshine in the morning. But he hates summer. He dream of moving to a country where it snows, where there's winter. A place where snow makes Christmas season more magical.

I like the beach, the feel of the sand beneath your feet as you stood by the shoreline. The strong wind blowing past you like it's in a hurry. Most especially, the day's longer and the nights are too short.

But Achilles doesn't know that. He never liked it.