He couldn't do it.
Couldn't stand to see where she sat, and see that spot lay empty. To harbor memories of happiness, especially memories where he failed to save that happiness.
No, he couldn't do it.
So, the man left. Took nothing with him, not even a scrap of a keepsake. He knew he had to let it go, properly, and leave the misty and sea spray covered beach. The ocean reminded him of the leader, and he couldn't help but shiver at the sound of the leviathan between the rocks. It roared at him and begged for his flesh, too. Before the weight of mourning (or the leviathan) drug him down to the darkest depths of the water, he made way for... any direction.
He just picked one on a whim and started fucking walking. At first he thought it was just his mind. In all the time he had spent not paying attention to his surroundings, but more on himself, he hadn't noticed the more subtle changes. But, one night as he curled up beneath a blanket of stars, he fell into a deep sleep. Like the embodiment of sleep itself came to him and gave him the most vividly lucid dream imaginable. When his eyes had finally opened the next morning, his head felt heavy. Really fucking heavy.
Like somebody had strapped 30-pound boulders onto his forehead, he had to force himself up off the ground. The light pained his eyes for a moment, where he struggled to look out onto the horizon. Something was.. different? At his back were no longer the mountains he had left, but a much different set. A mountain still, yes, but the peaks had changed. It was so odd.
The place he lay was still asleep, yes the world directly around him seemed similar enough to how it looked before he fell asleep, but everything else around him was different.
Had he just not been paying attention? Did he change directions at some point? Has he really been walking for this long? He couldn't tell. He frankly, however, also didn't really give a shit. As long as he wasn't back at the ocean. Back on that beach, staring into the water and wondering when it was his turn to be eaten by the beast.
So, he began to walk again. To cross the land with no direction in mind. Just walking.
Couldn't stand to see where she sat, and see that spot lay empty. To harbor memories of happiness, especially memories where he failed to save that happiness.
No, he couldn't do it.
So, the man left. Took nothing with him, not even a scrap of a keepsake. He knew he had to let it go, properly, and leave the misty and sea spray covered beach. The ocean reminded him of the leader, and he couldn't help but shiver at the sound of the leviathan between the rocks. It roared at him and begged for his flesh, too. Before the weight of mourning (or the leviathan) drug him down to the darkest depths of the water, he made way for... any direction.
He just picked one on a whim and started fucking walking. At first he thought it was just his mind. In all the time he had spent not paying attention to his surroundings, but more on himself, he hadn't noticed the more subtle changes. But, one night as he curled up beneath a blanket of stars, he fell into a deep sleep. Like the embodiment of sleep itself came to him and gave him the most vividly lucid dream imaginable. When his eyes had finally opened the next morning, his head felt heavy. Really fucking heavy.
Like somebody had strapped 30-pound boulders onto his forehead, he had to force himself up off the ground. The light pained his eyes for a moment, where he struggled to look out onto the horizon. Something was.. different? At his back were no longer the mountains he had left, but a much different set. A mountain still, yes, but the peaks had changed. It was so odd.
The place he lay was still asleep, yes the world directly around him seemed similar enough to how it looked before he fell asleep, but everything else around him was different.
Had he just not been paying attention? Did he change directions at some point? Has he really been walking for this long? He couldn't tell. He frankly, however, also didn't really give a shit. As long as he wasn't back at the ocean. Back on that beach, staring into the water and wondering when it was his turn to be eaten by the beast.
So, he began to walk again. To cross the land with no direction in mind. Just walking.
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