Derek sighed for the umpteenth time as he stared at the stars in the sky.
He sat crosslegged on the cliff overlooking the vast sea, the sound of waves crashing on the stone below reaching his ears.
In the past, the only thing that could be seen in the sky was the moon and the occasional shooting stars that heralded the deaths of Wanderers.
But now, a blanket of stars twinkled at him from the heavens, as if to tell him everything was going to be fine.
Unfortunately, even this beautiful scenery wasn't enough to ease Derek's mood.
"I messed up," Derek muttered before taking a sip of the can of beer in his hand.
It was then that he suddenly heard someone speak behind him, which almost made him jump up in fright.
"What's wrong if you mess up? Those are part of life's precious lessons."
When the young man turned around to look at the person behind him, he saw an old man holding a can of cola cola and a bag of potato chips.
