K___'s Diary (4)Today, I picked up trash on the shore again. Last time, I couldn't tell Jenas my name.But what use is a name when no one calls you? The name I scribbled on the sand was quickly washed away by the waves.Looking back, my life had no meaning. I was hopeless, living only to survive.Could someone useless like me still find meaning in life? I still hold on to this foolish hope that she'll lead me to something better.Tomorrow, I'll bring Jenas to Kalaja. I hope she'll be happy. Hidden story objects: - 1 His Name Is #1/3 - 2 His Name Is #2/3 - 3 His Name Is #3/3 |