The waves crashed on the sand, carrying out erosion that took place countless times in nature. Edward sat there and listened to the waves crash, staring out to the sea. He arrived in the villa a few days ago and he had done nothing but repeat a monotone routine of sleeping, waking, eating, watching recorded shows because he was forbidden to access the internet, and sitting on the beach for long periods of time, just thinking.
There was a housekeeper in the villa but she was only temporary. He barely saw her at all, she was in and out like a ghost. He was already getting lonely and as unbelievable as it sounded, he missed the days of busy schedules; interviews after interviews, overnight recording sessions, gym sessions, and listening to his psychologist scold him.
His phone rang and he
