067: lost

Great white towers passed by in the distance, their long blades seemed to spin lazily over the sea. Staring out through the tinted bus window, the weary young traveler quietly sighed, itching his unshaven cheek as though each finger weighed as much as the bus itself.

"Wondering where it all went so magnificently wrong?" came a pleasant, cheerful voice. He turned to his slightly less unkempt companion, and, upon seeing her smile, chuckled.

"If that were true, would you be here?" he mused, barely concealing sorrow. Just as he finished, she had vanished, the seat empty.

"...no, you wouldn't be..."