The Ocean in the Midnight Sky

In the vast dark forest that surrounds me, with no other light but the stars and moon above me. I believe myself to be alone but I realize that I'm not.
I see them, standing in front of me.
I could make out nothing of their features. Like the way they smiled or the curve of their neck was all but hidden to my eyes even under the soft glow of the moon.
I could only make out a figure of a person, a figure cast into shadow by the light of the moon.
The way their cheekbones lifted as if speaking. Yet I heard no words or sound caress my ears but the calls of bats and birds flying through the air and the chirps of various insects hidden in the brush as we walked through them. Allowing for our footsteps to join the chorus of the forest.
I could see how their shoulders rose and fell slightly, following the flow of their breath. I could make out the tilt of their head and the craning of their neck to look at the sky above.
That's when I saw it; the ocean the midnight sky.
The moon and stars danced brightly in the deep and mysterious ocean, as if they were putting on a show just for their eyes and their eyes alone. They shined bright like a vast ocean with strong waves and an ever-flowing current of wonder like they had never seen the sky before.
Like they had never bothered to look at its never-ending splendor.
I had no way of telling what I looked like to them, or if they could see me at all.
And that is when those deep, sad ocean eyes landed on me.
I froze in place, and I, at that moment, lost any breath that had flowed into my body, I was transfixed. Falling deeper and deeper, sinking faster and harder for those beautiful blue eyes.
Those eyes held me there, mesmerized, until I realized they had stopped, stepped closer, shortening the distance between us, and held out their hand. I reached my hand up, unsure if I could handle those crashing waves that hid in those eyes but something in me yearned for those cold, and unyielding waves.
So I took it.
My own hand slipped into their hand, which warmed my freezing skin with a single brush of a finger. But as they grasped my hand, my skin was set alight. My skin burned in a wonderful warmth that I had never felt before. I felt as though I had stuck my hand in a fire but the fire did not burn my skin yet only stood hot enough to warm it.
I felt safe and calmed by their touch.
So much time had passed, with no words being spoken nor hands being separated. With each step we took through the brush and around trees, our eyes stole glances at each other.
We walked and walked until the sun finally began to rise. We stopped surprised by the sudden brightness, and that's when those beautiful eyes flicked to the dawn, mine followed soon after gazing for a short while longer.
That's when I saw them, the figure I had seen not moments ago walking towards the dawn. Walking along with someone, an angel from the bright sun that had come for my lovely ocean. I noticed they were holding hands but I could still feel the ghost of their hand lingering in mine.
So I gently squeezed the shadowy hand that I once held, wishing that this was a dream and that I would wake to stare into those beautiful blue eyes once more, but the figure I had come to love walked away from me, out of the darkness and into the burning bright day. The light we both longed to reach someday.
That's when I noticed the gentle squeeze of a hand in my own.
I turned to find another figure, this one dark with no features. No eyes to love, and no smile or wonder reached its face. There was nothing but a black void that was almost suffocating to look at.
The only sound it made was the muttering and thrashing whispers that came from its none existent lips, they were barely audible but easily recognized by my ears. For I had heard that voice thousands of times over and over again.
It was mine.
It was my own voice, but at the same time, not. It was the one that taunted my every waking moment. The one that was always with me in the dark, the devil that laughed in the face of my pain and agony.
I turned to my ocean, my light, to call for them to come back, to not leave me alone there. But they had already gone with that bright angel that had saved them from the darkness. And with them, the dawn had vanished, devoured by the darkness once more.
I looked up to the sky where my gorgeous, bright moon had once hung, lighting my dim world enough to see but it was gone. Taken, along with my ocean, into the bright light. Where I am never to lay my eyes upon them again.
The bright light that I longed for had stolen away my only lights, leaving me alone in this abyss. My eyes could not adjust to see anything, the only things I can make out are the sounds around me. With all of my other senses dulled in the darkness, my hearing was sharpened. Sharp so I can listen to that voice heckling me, telling me how much of a fool I've been. How I had let myself believe in something called love. Sharp enough to hear the sounds of the vast forest which I could no longer enjoy or explore.
I've had been abandoned in the forest, to be tortured endlessly by the one who still holds my hand in the dark. The one who lurks in the dark always whispering and waiting for the day it can lead me further into the secluded wilderness.
The one who continues to walk by my side, and will continue evermore.
My devil under the midnight sky.