...I'm like a soldier
coming home for the first time.
I dodged a bullet and
walked across a landmine.
Oooh, I'm still alive...
Still breathing by Green Day
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The sea wind caressed his cheeks and hair as he faced his domain. The break of dawn scattered colors across the sky and filled the world with hope. Promise. For thousands of years, he practically lived and breathed the ocean. But now, his time was over. His expeditions and glory days have come to an end, brutally beaten to pulp.
As much as his pride(and himself) was wounded, he had priorities. He was alive. He still breathed the same air as his tesoro. He will come home. He may be staying mostly in his home but it would still be a journey full of memories. His heart squeezed at the thought. The clumsy earnest child with rosy, and occasionally red, cheeks. How much would he have grown now?
The man walked away from the docks and whispered a name so softly, it might have been just the wind. Romano.