She was moody. One day she was warm and welcoming, the next she was furious. Like the day she took it all from him. His house, his family, his happiness. She threw her waves at him, and he was left alone, waiting for her to return the shreds his life had become. His drenched belongings washed on the shore some days after his drowned wife had. His sons she never returned, keeping them for herself as a token of love.
She was cruel, but he could not run away. He could not live away from her. He had tried, he ran as far away as possible, up to the mountains were her whisper was long lost. But he missed her. It had been his first love, after all. And she was all that he had left, her flicker lover, the sea.
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