Oceanic Misery

The Beginning to the Ending

"No" you cried ,waist deep in the cold water of the ocean near your house for you had just lost the love of you life to waves before you. You feel like the tears coming from your eyes could fill the ocean a hundred times over. You wanted him back .Give him back. You hit the water and you wish it could feel pain, you would murder the ocean if you could. You gasped for air through your sobs, the same air of which you first met him. Sitting alone in the sand stringing a necklace for your mom, it had been a long day and you went out to get a fresh breath of air.

"My, my isn't the breeze nice today?" Air. How ironic it was that which took him away from you.

"Excuse me, sorry do I know you?" You give him a suspicious look and inched away

"No I just thought you looked pretty and I wanted to know you." Yes. That's the man you fell for. You laugh but it was more of a scoff than anything, you had always been a little self conscious about yourself, not getting many compliments as you grown up.

"Really?" He plops down next to you and gestures to the beads in your hand

"What'ca making?" He ignored your question

"A-a necklace for my mom." You look down at the circular teal beads

"Hmm" you look back at the boy as he fiddles with the sand

"What?" You questioned. He had actually managed to catch you attention

"Oh nothing." What's wrong with him? You wonder

"What's your name?" Your question makes him look up to you with a smile

"Arlo Grey." He ran his finger through his chestnut brown hair and laughed nervously

"What's yours?" His head tilted mischievously. You roll your eyes

"I'm not telling you." You whip your head back down towards your lap

"What! I told you mine!" He playfully nudged you and continued to dig a hole in the sand "Come on not fair!" You shrugged feeling almost no remorse and laughed.

"My name is irrelevant. If you really want to get to know me it shouldn't be what my name is or how I look it should be based off personality and morals." You felt like a teacher, it made you cringe. Arlo threw himself in the sand ,defeated. The rest of the day was spent on that sand bank, Arlo begging you to tell him your name but he never succeed. Through the next couple of days you would go out to the beach to relax and work on the necklace and Arlo would randomly pop up next to you every time. Not once did you tell him your name and eventually he stopped asking. He would call you love and at first you hated it but as you grew to love him the name grew on you. It's like he gave you a new name and you relished in it. Every day you saw Arlo whether at your house or at the beach, he first seemed like such a "pick me up" boy but as your friendship blossomed into dating you could tell that wasn't him on the inside. He was a kind ,loving and playful soul that you couldn't get out of your head. You knew how amazing he was when one day you arrived at his work at the marina with a container of his favorite food for lunch.

"Excuse me?" You tap a man on the shoulder

"Have you seen Arlo?" The man turned around and chuckled

"Are you Love?" You blush and smile

"Uh yes I am." The man laughed louder

"Arlo left with a lunch for you just 5 minutes ago!" You let out a sigh. Dummy you think to yourself. The days turned into weeks and it wasn't long before Arlo got down on one knee. A part of you now wished he hadn't. Maybe it would have saved him. You said yes, of course. Only a week after the wedding you were a widow. Arlo went back to work where he drowned unloading a cargo ship. Something fell from the very top of the ship and crushed him breaking through the dock below his feet. Sending him to the bottom of the cove. He suffocated. This brings you back to you standing in the waters that took Arlos breath away one last time. The tears that rolled down your face almost never stopped. Should you drown yourself? Maybe you could see him again. One last time. You grip the necklace around you neck, the one you never actually gave your mother.

"Y/n" you whisper. "That's my name." With that and the weights tied to you wrists and ankles you continue to walk. You don't stop walking.

"My, my isn't the breeze nice today?" Arlo? You turn you head to your right and he's standing next to you looking at the sky. The warmth that had left your body the day he died had returned. The weight of the ocean and Copper had disappeared. You look down to untie the weights but there not there, instead you see an ambulance pulling a body out of the ocean. Your body. His voice rings in your head.

"My ,my isn't the breeze nice today?"