In a small coastal village, a fisherman named John and his wife, Emily, shared a love that was as deep as the ocean they sailed. They didn't have much, but they were happy. They lived close to the shore in a small, cozy house. John owned a small boat, perfect for fishing trips that provided Emily with a catch to sell at the local market.
One fateful morning, as John set out to sea, a sudden and violent storm arrived above and besieged the village. The rain poured heavily on every single house, plant, boat and animal, their crying in pain was almost audible. The waves of the ocean grew monstrous as the wind blew stronger than ever. As everyone else was running around and trying to save their values desperately, Emily stood still on the shore. The heavy wind blew the water in her face so strong that it could have suffocated her. But she didn't move, her heart was filled with worry as she stared at the horizon, hoping for her husband's return.
Days turned into weeks, and John's boat remained missing. Emily stuck to hope, unwilling to accept that her beloved husband might be lost at sea. She believed, John is still out there on his little boat, hopeless, but safe. She lit a candle every night, a beacon of love and faith, hoping that he sees the light and it guides him home even at night.
Finally, a battered and tattered boat washed ashore, but it carried only the lifeless body of John. The storm had taken his soul as a sacrifice to gods. Emily's world shattered into pieces. She was left to mourn the loss of her love that had stood the test of time.
Emily's candle remained lit every night, not as a beacon of hope, but as a symbol of her love lost in waves. She returned every evening to light it again, for her husband's soul, wishing it could guide him home and so he can claim his final peace. She lived the rest of her days in the shadow of that tragedy, her heart forever tethered to the sea and the man she could never hold again.
