Blair ran all the way to the beach. She plodded near the shore, hoping to see some miracle. Wesley might have been washed ashore, like those scenes in some TV opera. She kept picturing the scene where she would be Lucky enough to find him and save him in time.

But, reality was crueler than fiction. She walked several kilometers along the beach, but there was no sign of her beloved. Niles silently tagged along the whole time.

Soon, the sun began to go down the horizon. Exhausted, and mentally famished, Blair shouted at the surging sea, "Wesley! Wesley! It's me!

It's Blair! Where are you?"

The sound of the waves was her only reply.

"Wesley! Please, answer me! Come back!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. Her voice cracked.

After a long time of futile shouting, Blair was finally drained of all energy and dropped to her knees. In her despair, she yelled angrily,

"You Liar! Didn't you promise that you would come back in two years?

There's only three months left. Why couldn't you make it?

Please...come back. Answer me! Wesley..." She choked on her sobs.

A strong wave crashed onto the shore, wetting her clothes. But she didn't feel anything other than the overwhelming sadness that was starting to envelope her.

Niles couldn't bear seeing her like this anymore. He walked towards her and tried to help her up. But she didn't move. In a low, cracked voice, she asked, "Niles, do you know something? Your brother never lies."

Unable to lift her up to her feet, Niles let go of her arm. He nodded silently. Of course, he knew.

“He'll come back. He promised, and he never lies. There's still three months left. He'll keep his word and come back by then. Don't you think so too?"

Niles said nothing. He saw the empty Look in Blair's eyes, as if all life had been sucked out of her. He felt sorry for her. Wesley would be heartbroken too if he saw her like this.

After a while, Blair continued to walk along the shore and shout towards the sea.

She didn't stop her futile efforts until two o'clock in the morning.

Rescue operations went on for two more days. The rescue ships found more and more dead bodies. There were no survivors.

Three days later, since there was no hope of finding any survivors, the officials had to give up on the rescue operation.

The military decided to hold an official funeral for Wesley, since he had sacrificed himself while on a mission. They had to welcome the hero back home, even though they couldn't find his body.

Everything was ready for the funeral-his portrait, the flowers, the gravesite. They just needed to fix the funeral date and hold the ceremony.

It was a miserable week for Blair. She couldn't remember what she had done every day of that week. The things happening around her didn't feel real.

She couldn't accept the fact that Wesley had died. He had lied to her...

He had promised her that he would come back as soon as possible; he asked her to wait for him. But, he didn't come.

All those negative thoughts haunted her mind. The Jenkins family tried to cheer her up, but to no avail. Blair had locked herself up in her world of despair, with no way for her to walk out.