"No, never. Why would I?" He couldn't explain the headaches, they came and went as fast as they arrived, literally like impulses.

He sat up with the worst posture one could ask for, back slouched as Mina placed each arm inside the dry shirt. He was tired and worn out, and didn't remember the last time he even walked.

"I don't like oceans..." He commented, tired of significance they played in his life, like some sort of mocking symbolism.