Broad and deep, inflicted in a dim and distant future one he could no longer recall, the faded scar spanned across his rugged face. It began at the corner of the mouth, trailed a line through the cheek and ended at the temple, an inch away from his white as snow hair. It seemed that as if he spoke, it would tear apart, again making him relive the same pain.
He sat on the warm sand, faced towards the calm sea where the red sun was going down. The last rays of lights shone on his worn with time face as he slowly drifted towards the final sleep. A cold gust of wind gently ruffled his long hair, and the blood quietly dripped from his soaked sleeve.