I liked coming to the beach early in the morning, before the day started and the place was packed with vacationers. I liked the calm and the silence it offered, only interrupted by the symphony of waves crashing against the shore—here I found my peace and my temporary escape.
Sometimes I went for a swim, hoping the water would wash away every burden, sometimes I sat in the sand and watched the waking sun, and sometimes I would just stare off into the distance and wait.
It had been six years since you set your sail, and I still waited, filled with foolish hope every time a silhouette emerged on the horizon.
It had been six long years since the sea, to which you devoted your entire life, swallowed you into its depths, and yet I still came here every morning, believing that one day the greedy waves would bring you back to me.
Inspired by this week’s FSF prompt.