FICTION: Why did he still come to the beach?

The sea was ablaze for a whole month. But they never found her. They couldn’t do anything. She was gone, they said.

He walked along the shore, feeling the soft, hot sand slip between his toes and the breeze echoing softly in his ears. He looked at the sea and the bottles that crammed its waters. Hundreds and thousands of bottles of all shapes, sizes, and colours were strewn upon the waves. They gleamed like gems under the blaze of the sun.