The bottle floated there for a moment in the waves. But there was no ocean larger than the grief that I felt at that moment. It was fitting how I had returned to the place where it all started. The place which took everything from me and then returned me more than I ever wanted but with a severe and unexpected loss. It was a goodbye and a hello. Life never ends especially when you expect it to be. It's always a chapter, darker, happier no one knows. Just as I was thinking this, he took my hand and even though he knew that he was the last person who could comfort me, it was reassuring to know that he was there nonetheless. The sky was the same color as the merciless sea, all hues of blue mixed with no identity of their own and maybe my salty tears will mingle with ocean water lashing out. Suddenly my gaze went towards the clouds and there was a silhouette of my lost piece of heart. And through that the light broke signifying an end and break into a new day. And just maybe it was a first step towards peace with myself and a sign of forgiveness from beyond.
