There is a thing about believing; believing in a god, believing in God, believing in a religion, believing you don't need a religion to worship your God. Believing in mermaids, believing in myths, believing in the existence of things the world has never seen.
Belief is powerful.
And believing makes almost anything possible.
In this world, it is very rare that you'll find someone who believes that a person can be destined to be alone; because believing in this possibility gives it the power to be real and it being real means that the believer can be the person who is destined to be alone and let's be frank, no one wants to end up old and alone.
Because of this... fear of being alone, majority of the population has clung to the concept of soul mates. It is a term so loosely used but rarely ever fully understood. Refusing to believe that a person is destined to be alone, earthlings have convinced themselves that each person has a person who is destined to be there for them for the entirety of their lives, to care for them, to protect them, to guide them, to grow old with them but most importantly to ensure that they never end up alone.
To some extent it is true, each person does have a soul mate, but having a soul mate does not mean that you are not destined to be alone. It just means that on your journey to aloneness you will meet a person that will, for a short period of time give your life a bit of meaning, and then you'll be forced to move on because what is truly meant for you is calling by your full government name.
Aasir Nyack, as young as he is believes that he has found his soul mate and at the same time he believes he is destined to be alone.
Thalassophile.
That is the word anyone who truly knew him would use to describe him.
It's a shame really, the only person who would be able to describe him this way is his soul mate herself for she is the only one that knows him for who he is.
After consulting with God, Aasir Nyack offered his soul to the sea, not in a way that would get him hung for blasphemy but in the exact way a person would offer their soul to their soul mate.
He was about five, maybe six when he fell in love with the ocean; she was the only person in his life that never judged, she was the only person in his life that truly understood who he was and what he was going through even when his life was still.
Aasir Nyack doesn't speak much, he doesn't see the point of speaking because whenever he tries, he is hushed so to save himself the embarrassment he only speaks when he has to. That's fine though, that's where the mutual understanding between the ocean and Aasir Nyack was born.
You see, once upon on a time not very long ago the sea used to speak to her visitors, she would tell them about her day or about the little things that happened while the tide was traveling to the shore. She would pour her heart into these stories but no one would ever listen to her, no matter how she screamed at them they would tune her out, and force her to listen to their sad stories instead.
Eventually, she stopped trying to vent to her visitors; from time to time, she still whispers to them and the ones that want to hear can pick up her voice on the crash of certain waves.
Her presence means more to the human population than most of them care to admit; she has become a listener, the earth's favourite confidant; their secrets are her secrets, their pain is her pain, their joy is her joy but her pain remains her pain, her secrets remain her secrets, her joy remains her joy and she lives an eternity without a confidant.
At least, that is what she believed before she met Aasir Nyack. She remembers the first day she met him, he was just a toddler clapping and laughing with the waves, she remembers how hearing his name reminded her of the beautiful things she has witnessed in Africa. She watched him grow and slowly she fell in love with him the very way he had fallen in love with her.
