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The summer sun is a brilliant, blinding thing, bouncing off the turquoise expanse of the ocean. I'm sprawled on the warm sand, seventeen and soaking in the chaos of the beach. My green eyes scan the crowd idly until they lock onto a figure that doesn't belong. It's Rocky. He's eighteen, standing apart with that tired slump to his shoulders, his ash-blond hair messy and his gaze distant. His rocker look—dark clothes, an air of deliberate isolation—cuts starkly against the bright, carefree beach scene. Just like that, the old emotional rollercoaster lurches back to life, and I can feel the ground shift under my feet.