If I Thought it Would Help I Would Carve Your Name Into My Heart

Chapter 2- There is an Ocean

The water and foam touched my toes gently. I'd always loved the beach, and I loved working near it. It was one of the few things that still made me happy.

There I stood, shirtless and barefoot. People saw me and probably wondered why a man in dress pants was playing in the ocean like a giant child. I like to think some parts of me were still that of a giant child.

When I was a lad, my single father and I would often play at this beach. He sacrificed working time to be with me, and though we were poorer because of it, I'm a happy man.

Of course now his head's in a jar in my attic, but that's besides the point. He was a good father.

The night before I'd had dreamed again. This one, rather embarrassing, I'd decided not to write in the dream journal. It was about a lovely young woman. Need I say more of its content? I think not.

The waters of my cold, dark heart lay undisturbed and no one dares tread in them. The water is bitterly cold and it looks like its about to rain. The beach is ugly and full of crags and other such sharp rocks.

Maybe if someone stayed they're long enough, it would get better. Like how it was in the days when I still had my Jenni and wasn't completely alone in the god awful place for all of my days.

I let myself collapse in the water, the waves lapping over me gently and softly, caressing my scarred, worn body. I was tired. Maybe the ocean would sweep me away, maybe it wouldn't.

But I really hoped it would.