A/N: This is the final installment! Thanks to everyone who read and/or reviewed, especially Em - your reviews really helped to keep me inspired to write this. :)
By the way... it's good to know we can now post fics in Esperanto, isn't it? P
XXIX. a lonely soul, an ocean soul
He comes to the shore out of the simple desire to lay eyes upon the sea. In his whole life he has seen it but once, and its image has remained engraved in his mind since his youth. He remembers mournful gulls, and powerful crests collapsing upon themselves, and the scent of many tears. And he finds it now just the same, a beautiful untamed cacophony. He watches the waves crashing down in ruinous splendor, irreverent of man's worries and marking the passing of time only bytheir own slow measures.
Yet he swears that he can hear music even amid the water's rage and the saline wind and the wailing gulls, and for a brief moment he forgets her. He muses that he could write a piece for the sea; it would begin soft and low, then grow to magnificent grandeur before receding like the tide – and then a gently quavering soprano aria –
And the remembering is the greatest pain.
Fin.
