Fathoms

Chapter Two|| Solitude

solitude
                   {noun}
  The state of being alone;
to be isolated or remote from others

"We are one"

We were one

He felt happiness once; dreamed in colour not so long ago.

"He's nothing but a sad song left on rewind;"

A walking travesty, abandoned in a life of monotone. All too familiar sleepless nights spent wandering, desperately trying to fit in, to be normal. He passed by, an invisible entity lost in a world without meaning. Care free days spent in a youthful gaiety were almost forgotten; the last specks of colour in an abyss of grey.

Sleep had long since abandoned him leaving him alone with only the tormenting silence of his own mind. The numbing chill of the soaking spray was the only reminder that he was living. He had gazed at the girl who had stood at the edge of the churning waves as if lost in an unseen world that only she had been allowed to slip into. A ghost of a smile had crept across her lips as her feet had edged over the rocks.

He had watched as the murky waves pulled the girl away from the safety of the shore. A raspy cry had escaped his lips as he forced his weary limbs to carry him towards the waves. The freezing surf had already begun to wipe away the last traces of the girl who had seemed so lost, leaving behind a blank page to the unhappiest of stories.

He struggled out of battered trainers and broke into an unsteady sprint. Warning lights flashed in his mind but he forced them aside as he entered the icey water. He called out desperately; he didn't even know her name. His voice that had become so unfamiliar to him grew hoarse. Frantic dives and clumsy strokes. He ducked below the surface once more, glancing blearily through the never ending gloom that surrounded him. Again he broke the surface gasping in great lungful's of air. His aching limbs longed for him to return to the solid safety of the shore. Fierce waves towered above him, like the outstretched skeletal hand of some ghostly apparition. Clutched amidst the swirling foam drifted a limp and pale figure. Her delicate frame was tossed ruthlessly like some child's play thing between each seething wave.

The comforting certainty of the shore seemed to be an eternity away. His wild strokes became slower; devoid of energy. So many sleepless nights had left him drained; an empty shell that ran on broken promises and long forgotten dreams. His breathing hitched as he struggled desperately to stay above the murky darkness of bottomless fathoms. Salt water burned his throat as he was pulled under the churning frenzy of the ocean. Waves of dread rose as his legs kicked helplessly beneath him. The pale figure was once again wrenched from his vision as the sea claimed the girl as it's own. Black dots danced in front of his eyes as he drifted in and out of conciousness.

Perhaps, perhaps it wouldn't matter so
If water filled his weary lungs.
He was nothing more than a miserable stain;
A hollow echo that had once been full of naive euphoria.
"We are one"

We were one.

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A.N: Thank you so much for reading chapter two! Stay healthy guys and remember to get enough sleep; take breaks from work and reward yourself <3