Damian stood on the deck alone while the man he had hired for the job was sailing him out to sea. He didn't want anyone to join him for this heavy task. It was between him and the love of his life. He closed his eyes and felt her presence.
"Amaia," he whispered. "I can feel you."
He opened his eyes and looked next to him. There she was with her long, honey blonde hair flowing in the wind and her hazelnut eyes planted on the ocean that she loved more than any other place on this earth.
"I love you so much," he said.
She turned her head and smiled at him. Tears started running down his face. She was right there. The perfect vision. Only problem was that it was all in his head. The boat stopped and he dried his eyes. The vision of her faded away and he turned to look at the ocean again.
"You loved this place more than anything," he said.
He sighed and took the lid off the urn. She always wanted to be one with the ocean once she was gone. He just hadn't expected to lose her this soon. They were supposed to grow old together but fate had other plans for them. He held the urn close for a long minute before he finally emptied it out in the ocean.
"Back to the sea where you belong, my sweet siren," he said.
He watched the soft waves carry her ashes away from him. New tears started falling and he did nothing to stop them.
"Goodbye, Amaia," he said.
He turned and waved at the captain who turned the boat around and headed for shore again. He kept standing on the deck with tears streaming down his face, watching the ocean and leaving the love of his life behind.
