The young man looked at the small village and smiled. He walked into the village.
He came to the highest part of the village, where there was a red brick house, the best one in the village.
There was a chair at the red brick house door. Aarav was sitting in the chair, staring at the entrance of the village in a trance, as if waiting for something.
He had not trimmed his beard for a very, very long time.
His hair was already gray. It had already been more than a year, yet he still hadn't recovered from the shock brought by Isla.
The young man walked all the way to this place and saw Aarav.
Aarav glanced at him and continued to look into the distance.
The young man sneered, looked at Aarav, and said, "What has brought you down to this?"
Aarav ignored him.
The young man was not angry.