Never Let Go
Takes place 4 months after meteor hit.
Lately, the seas have been changing. Cold water drowns the shore where heat once prevailed. Some force is altering the world for its own purpose. Many people have left the towns for a more edgy lifestyle. Townspeople grew tired of having nothing to do, especially now since meteor was no longer a threat. Everyone thought the world was going to end, so they did everything they could think of before "the end". When the meteor did actually hit, the only thing that was destroyed was the mean source of power, Mako. Mako was a liquid form of the earth's spirit energy. Cities that depended on this energy source have withered slowly away, sending the world back to its roots. The roots are small, but healthy nonetheless. Though months have passed, and the world has changed for the better, there is one thing that hasn't changed… One man's past.
If any did rise as early as the sun, they would be able to see the silhouette of a young man. Every morning at dawn, he would walk out to the beach and stand in the tide. The crystal clear water would lap at his feet and ankles. The cool morning breeze would leave his hair in a state of disarray. Only the sound of life could cause his eyes to stray from the horizon.
The sun would come completely over the horizon before the young man would leave of shore. The pink and orange of the sky set the sea on fire. That fire burned every morning just for him. Fire reminded him of his past, which he desperately wanted to forget, but he lost a piece of himself back then. A piece that can never be replaced… a very important part… part of his heart.
The man always turned around to look back on the small town he lived in. Costa del Sol truly was the city of the sun. It was the most tropical place in the world. Sun shone all year long, though temperatures varied. The man decided to live there after the meteor hit. He had purchased a house there while he was still adventuring. Now he lives a life of silence and solitude. His old friends sometimes visit him, but for the most part he was alone. Most people thought that he wanted to be alone; though that was the last thing he wanted. For the past months he had been longing to see the person who stole his heart. She never meant to keep it. Even after she died, she held a part of him.
He went once, to her grave, to see her face. She looked so alive. He thought if he could just hold her she would come back, but no. He couldn't bring himself to touch her. She had been lying on the bottom of that lake for over 5 months. Even after getting revenge for her. Even after killing her murderer. He still felt the sorrow and the pain that he felt the moment she died… but why linger on the past? Why hold on to the bad times in hope for something good? Soon, Cloud, that is the man's name, will find the reason for his perpetual suffering.