Thalassophobia

You're being tormented by something complicated

Minho

I had chosen to help you because you seemed way too young and pure to be tormented by the world. I had chosen to help you because I would give up all the money in the world to see your eyes shining like that.

I had seen your mother that day, your father wasn't there, he never was actually. The missing number of the addition. I never saw him at your house, but I never dared to ask where he was.

That afternoon I asked your mother why you feared the blue waves so much. She didn't know either.

"_He has always been like this, I believe."

None of you seemed to have the answer to your illness. None of you seemed to be able to help me in my quest for answers.

Nevertheless, I was convinced it was right under my nose, in your family. I was convinced that the disappearance of your father must be the reason.

But I stayed quiet, I nodded, said thank you, and turned my back away from this black wooden door. You would be the only one that could do the first step, and explain it to me.

I walked alone, along the cliff leading to my father's boat, I helped him put away the nets.

I saw the sun setting on the Ocean, so I joined you on this white sanded beach, I held your hand, and like every evening, while the last sun rays were fading on the horizon line, I kissed you.

It was way too complicated for you to suffer alone.

But how could you explain it to me when you didn't even know yourself?