Fußspuren im Sand (Can you hear the waves?)

happy 9x6 day

I still remember the day, I walked up the hill, that led down to the sea, for the first time. The scent of oranges and tropical flowers greeted me, dancing around me, comforting but yet teasing. Normally I would sit on the beach when it was raining or the waves grew like giant clouds, threatening to catch me and take me with them. The salty smell of these days is my eternal companion. As the human, I died as and the creature I stay until I die again. It grew part of my soul.

I was born in a large town, but my memories don't last that long. All I can remember is the day my mother and I came to life there. My father had died a year ago, but his image was too present for mum. She flew from it, dragging me along with her. So, you see. My thoughts start in a small village at the sea, where I was forced to move because of a father, who's face I can't even recall. I just remember his slender hands, strocking the rebellious strays of hair out of my eyes. Even then, they never stayed out of my eyes, but maybe that was luck, because it gave me something of my father to remember.

Once I asked mum, what kind of man he had been, but she just said: 'Your father was a beautiful man, tender and caring. He didn't deserve to die.' after that, she would supress a sob and hug me tight. 'Don't ever get that sick and leave me.' I didn't knew it, but when I look back it's clear to me: we were each others reason to live. She needed me, almost as much as I needed her. And she made me feel that everyday, in her words, her love and her way of protecting me from the world.

Since that, I had a dream. I wanted to become a scientist, fighting death and desease, saving my mother from them. A huge goal for a three year old boy, but I got my love to plans from my mother. Every step I took and I still take is scemed, no thought wasted. I have always been a rather quiet person, lost in my own simple web of schemes and illusions. That's how I've been and thats how I will stay.

Time went past, and I used all of it for my studies. It should help me on my way to a brilliant scientist, but back then, I was lonely, playing with my books, avoiding humans as far as possible. In school, I felt spezial for not beeing as dumb as the others and at home I spend more and more time alone, reading and experimenting. I lost the earth under my feet.

But I one thing stayed the same: I loved sitting in the sand, my knees pulled close to me and watching the sea. Technically, I knew everything of it, but when I sat in front of it, all alone and left behind from the world, it was all gone, leaving only a faint feeling of fear. Then I cried, laughed or screamed. I felt like a kid, whole and normal. The waves freed my heart, simply by not judging me for what I felt, said or thought.

So I came there, sand tickling my toes, one day and just sat back. I was my birthday, but nobody had congratulated me, for nobody knew. Beeing alone made this day difficult for me, year after year. At that moment, I could not imagin anything more beatiful than the touch of a loving person. My mother said I was precious to her, but she had stopped showing emotions, not just towards me, but she hid them away from the whole world. Like a living puppet.

My mind drifted into the dark blue depts of the sea, meeting a swimming person? I raised an eyebrow. It was still too cold to swim. How could somebody stand the blistering cold? Then I noticed, that the body was not moving.

I have never been overly sporty. In fact, I didn't wanted to try. But when I realized that there was a life in danger, waiting for me, I forgot about that. But not just about that. I also forgot the cold water, my clothes dragging me down and my hurting muscles. There was a life for me to save.

He was drifing above the surface, not moving, his breath flat but steady. Still today, I don't know what it was, but something kept him floating, like he had been waiting for me. Blond hair surrounded his face, the skin pale and lips blue. He was beatiful, almost like a mermaid, even when he did not move. The sight made me shudder.

I grabbed his drenched jacket and hurried to get us out of the water. When we reached the beach his eyes flashed open. Green -blue. I gasped. They were green like the sea I loved so much, but they were also blue. As blue as my own.

He blinked and the enchantement was gone. I had left the water and sat jadded on the sand, starring at the person siting in front of me, that seemed so totally olivious to what ws going on around him. As he joined me on and crawled on the beach, coughing but without dangerous damage, I was about to start a rant of how dangerous the sea could be, though he seemed around my age, when a shy smile spread on his face. My breath paused for a second and so did my heart. It seemed forever, before he reached out to me and stroke some of my dumped hair out of my face, studding my features. All that without a spoken word.

The familiar movement made me shudder, but he seemed to think I felt cold, for he burried his face in my chest sharing his bodyheat with me. I was glad, he did so, because I actually felt cold and also had the proof now, that he was real. Tears started to run down my cheeks, refreshing the salty tracks. ''Who are you?'' my voice as not much more that a wisper. In fact, it was a wisper, because nobody should hear it. Nobody but him. As answer, he backed of a bit, curiously meeting my glance. His voice was low, almost unhearable between the sound of the waves, but I tried very hard and finally understood: ''Myde.''

This single word made me happy. His voice made me happy. His whole beeing remembered me of the sea. I think it was love at the first sight, when I answered: ''Hello Myde, I'm Ienzo. Thank you for saving me.'' and Myde just nodded and smiled.

He bend down to my chest and left his ear resting on my heart, listening.

Just a little story I came up for 9x6 day. Didn't wanted to wait 'til 6x9 and so I wrote it now. Should I go on with it? Please tell me if you like it and if a second chapter would be ok.

C ya.