I know I never say any names, I don't really describe him, but I was totally picturing Demyx as I wrote it.
If you have critique or any suggestions, I'm more than willing to listen. But I kind of like the story in it's original form. And you decide what's really going on.
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When he started his walk that morning through the cold mist air, the sky was still a huge velvet tent of slowly fading stars above his head and he wore all but his socks and shoes. The street was empty, so quiet and so much finer without its usual noise, and he almost wished he could stay there longer. But his legs were in command, his arms mutinous, and his soul convincing his mind not to worry, that in the end he would finally know where he should really dwell.
Fingers grasped the edge of the fabric and his shirt was the first to leave him, to fly away to freedom. He smoothed his hands down his now bare chest, fingers brushing down over his navel to the waist band of his pants. His feet carried him to the edge of the beach and seagulls greeted with harsh cries. The ocean was a soft mother's hum, beckoning him with her birth.
The button and zipper of his pants were undone and the rest was being pushed down his hips, one leg lifting up and out as he hopped on the other, and repeated, jeans being the next discarded shackle to fall in his wake. His pace quickened as he came to the edge of the boardwalk, his footsteps hurried and anxious on the creaking, saltwater softened wood.
His most intimate restraint was the next to leave him, and he was finally left in his purest state, offered to the sea with open arms. Ocean mist kissed his cheeks and caressed his body in ways no human ever could. Finally he smiled, the sun very slowly rising in the distance. The water's surface was a kaleidoscope of colors and it spoke to him, though he could not yet understand what it said.
Climbing up onto the railing, he crouched, naked as the day he was born, and looked out across the water. The muscles in his legs tensed, fingers gripping the cold metal railing, but despite being so bare and being so near the frigidness of the ocean, he felt his body burn. With one last smile, he looked up to the sky, glowing with its own rebirth, and he pushed off and soared through the air.