[There's a beach with a stretch of pale, fine sand that stretches along the coast, curving out of sight, and cool water, turquoise green far out but crystal clear in the shallows, laps the sand. The sun is setting, painting the sky a vivid, shade of orange red, yet inexplicably, a few stars are already out and twinkling, crystal among molten gold.
Thomas sits on the sand, heedless of the water lapping up around him, looking incredibly attractive and incredibly tragic as he stares out into space.]
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Thomas sits on the sand, heedless of the water lapping up around him, looking incredibly attractive and incredibly tragic as he stares out into space.]