Nick was holding his head in his arms trying to clear his mind from any thoughts. He thought the bottle of rum he had consumed would help him get away from that state, but no, it was worse. He could see Dia all over the place. Laughing next to him, with her back at him, watching the ocean and the breeze running through her hair. A breeze of strawberries got his nose and he raised his head. His eyes watered, knowing he would never feel that smell on her perfect white skin, and he could never eat or see strawberries and not think about her. He started to cry. His life was meaningless, knowing he would never see her again, making her the mother of their babies, and growing old together. The pain in his heart made him scream and throw the bottle off the wall. He looked at the smashed bottle. T
