The temperate air was chilled by the night, the moon watched the waves lapping endlessly at the land, the seas hopeless love going unnoticed by the stoic land, the moons silver eye crying stars watching the lover's dance. The sand blown gently in the wind, tousling my hair and forcing me to pull my cardigan closer, arms blocking out the chilled wind, insistent on getting in, forcing it's way through any gaps like a mad man. Left in the trail of one of the waves, a skeleton, stranded as the water pulls back to the sea, as if retreating from death itself. It's eyes empty, the high, pointed cheeck bones once supported a sallow face, long spindly arms and limbs perfectly still. Had it always been raining, the slick surface of the skull rough under my fingers. Pulled out of my lul, a wave splattered against my pants, soaking me in ice, I tried to stand up, pulling the weight of the water with me. He was looking at me, kind eyes, warm skin, I remember him, I've never met him but he was there, looking at me, staring at me, stop it, you don't belong here anymore, you don't belong, this isn't your place, oh but why anymore, who decides these things, frozen again, this time up to my elbows, knocking me back, but he was THERE, he is HERE and his arm is out to me, I'm running now, sinking into the damp sand, running, I'm running, I need to find him, please, please, please, I'm tossed under. Embeded in ice. He's here, by God he's here. His eyes a deep black, his skin a ghostly white, the tatters of his closes barely left. He's cold. He's icy. I'm trown again, I'm being pulled down, down, further, where am I going, does it even matter anymore, I made it, I found him, what happens next doesn't matter anymore it doesn't, the day is gone and time with it, I can finally learn his name. His name, what was it again, what was it, it's at rhe edge of mu conciousnes, holding there. Mind lapping against it like the waves against a sea shore. The waves are pulling out now, getting smaller, smaller, smaller. The deep blue water reflecting the moonligh, like a blade slicing through the Earth. Even the moon is begging to set. The waves are getting smaller, smaller, smaller. The icy water stills, falling dark in the starless sky. The ocean has fallen calm.
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