you take a step, bare toes curling into wet sand. waves lap at your feet, a gentle embrace when compared to the biting air tearing goose bumps across the flesh of your arms. you're hit with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, and a bitter taste of devastation.
this was your home.
so why does it no longer feel that way?
your sword is heavy in your hands, weighing you down in a way so unlike how it usually would. it feels like the weight of the sky is pulling you down; it's not, the sky is much lighter than this, you know that.
the waves lap at your feet as you stare into the darkness that surrounds your old home.
and you turn away from where you thought you wanted to return to, both figuratively and literally. and you take a step into the ocean.
then another.
and another.
and another.
until suddenly you've disappeared under the water, and left behind all you used to know.
you've been through so much. maybe it's time to start anew.
hi.
