Poseidon

Dío

An ocean of black surrounded me; constant whispers of condolences were passed through the air; waves of sadness swirl around, suffocating, some genuine some fake, the fake mourners sickened me to the core. The act of faking kindness and a friendship toward the man that sacrificed himself for me made me want to run, run far from those horrid people, to a place where he was, to a place that I could be happy and content and call home with him in my arms.

But that couldn't happen as he is in my arms as we walk to the harbor, he always wished to be scattered over the sea, he loved it so much, an ironic way for him to end though because of that. His love of the sea caused his early death. A hollow laugh passes my lips catching the attention of the surrounding 'mourners', I suppose I couldn't call the ones around me now fake, they are his family. They should actually care. I believe they do, but after witnessing all the liars at that ceremony I feel as though I cannot believe anything anymore.

These thoughts swept across my mind like wildfire. Not ceasing. Not stopping. "Okay, calm." I say to myself as I begin to recite under my breath "My name is Allysia. I live in Adelaide, Australia. I love a man named Sam. Sam is dead. Sam died for me. Sam drowned in the sea, trying to save me. Sam had golden hair. Sam had green eyes. I have brown hair. I have blue eyes. My birthday is January 5th. Sams birthday is June 16th." I carried on like this listing every detail about me and him I could, before reaching the harbor. Upon arriving and seeing the sea my breath became heavy and labored again. Panic rose in my chest as his family stepped on the boat.

My eyes scanned the area, hoping to find something to calm me, hoping beyond hope to find Sam next to me to hold me close and calm my breathing. But my eyes did not find Sam they found West Beach, they found the police tape, they found the darkness of closed eyelids as I collapsed onto the harbor floor.