:ocean: — echoes in the blue ˎˊ˗

Hey, Rus here again. I'm back with something that was personally inspired by me… so, for better or worse, enjoy it as I let my emotions take the course.

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TW: Death, Regret, Emotional Distress

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As the battleship gently pushed through the waves, he looked out into the cold blue of the sea. That deep, endless blue always reminded him of who he left behind.

The woman he loved…

She had eyes like the most beautiful bluest seas, the grey sky, and the greenest forests, curls like the beautiful waves of the oceans. He could travel the world and see all of thee, but nothing compared to her; not then, not now, not ever. It was always her, had to be her.

It wasn't just the colour of her eyes, no.

The sea reminded him of her calm, her wildness. The way her emotions moved like waves, rising, crashing, softening like the tides splashing against the battleship.

How beautiful the blue was… how she was.

He looked at himself in the mirror of the necklace with her picture. He touched his own his face like she would for the last time, iring the little things they had in common as silly as their skin tone to the way their eyes shined at the thought of each other, the years they shared together and so on...

He was a monster, unlike her, he thought.

The wind pressed against his skin. Salt clung to his lips. He leaned on the railing, eyes heavy, breathing slow. His heart ached in quiet, steady pulses.

He couldn't forget her. Never could. Never would.

She was kind, so kind. Gentle in the little things. She loved with such depth it left him breathless. And when someone she loved was hurting… she burned. Not like a storm ing through, but like fire.

Fierce, steady, unshaken.

She didn't flinch. She fought till there was nothing left of her to fight. She stood against the bad, she fought but with the elegance of a white tiger, truly mesmerising yet somehow untamed. She didn't fight on anger, she didn't fight with emotions, she fought with purpose...

No matter what.

The way she never let go of her kindness.. how welcoming she was.. it stuck with him always, no matter where, no matter with whom.

She was his home; there was no need denying the truth.

He let out a breath -tired & full- and opened his eyes.

It was death.

Welcoming him with open arms.

It didn't frighten him. It felt like something familiar. Something soft.

And as death whispered, "it's time to go"

he looked down at the picture of her.

Just one last time.

And let go.

-little story explanation-

The marine was having his last moments, thinking about the woman he loved. Her kind soul reflected in her mesmerising eyes, capturing the beauty of nature without trying. The way they shined, reflecting the life within her, always stayed with him. He was as accustomed to the battleship as he was to her, his home. And as death took him, he found peace at last.

𖦹*ੈ‧ 𓇼 ₊˚𓆝

Well, there it is. Thank you for reading. It helped me with my emotions, I believe, so you are welcome for the raw emotion fest? lmao. Again, thanks for reading and your time, till.. next time?