Loss comes in waves, he realises then.
In the afternoon, the water was only seeping through his shoes. It’s presence was quiet, something he could ignore because the sea in front of him was too vast and he’d gotten lost in the beautiful view.
But now the tides swallow him up whole and what can he do but drown? Fight? For who? He had nothing left.
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