Its the same old routine for him. He wakes up, his clothes drenched with saltwater and a mixture of sand. When hes lucky the sun would be up. He would limp home, the bruises from last days memory would still be fresh. He will not stop. Not until he finds her and takes her back. ForewordThis story is inspired by Taos song called Crown. I decided to make a one shot/short story and test out my angst writing skills with this. Hope you guys like it and feedback would be great please thank you!!.