Three days.
Lucas had been missing for three entire days.
No calls.
No messages.
No sarcastic jokes.
Nothing.
At first, I assumed he needed space.
After everything that happened, I understood.
But by the third day, worry replaced guilt.
Something wasn't right.
Lucas always answered.
Always.
Even when he was angry.
Even when he was hurt.
Yet this time, there was only silence.
By Friday evening, I couldn't take it anymore.
I spent hours calling him.
No answer.
I texted.
Nothing.
Finally, just when I was about to give up, a message appeared.
Beach.
One word.
That's all.
Relief flooded through me immediately.
Without wasting another second, I grabbed my jacket and headed there.
The beach was nearly empty when I arrived.
The sky was painted orange and gold by the sett
