(COMPLETED)
Caballero Series #1
The ocean, a restless giant, had always known the rhythm of its existence: the endless dance with the shore, the crashing waves, the gentle caress of the tide. It was a symphony of motion, a constant collision of forces, a testament to the power of nature. And in that collision, a perfect harmony, a love story unfolded. The ocean, in its vastness, found solace in the embrace of the sand, a connection that resonated deep within its soul.
But what if that dance were to cease? What if the ocean were to stop colliding with the sand, its restless spirit stilled? The thought sent a shiver through the ocean's vast being. It was a chilling prospect, a world without the familiar embrace of the shore, a life without the ebb and flow of the tide. The ocean, in its vastness, could imagine itself without the sand, but it was a vision filled with emptiness, a void where once there was a vibrant, dynamic exchange. The ocean's heart, a beating pulse that echoed through the depths, would falter, its rhythm disrupted, its purpose lost. It would be a silent, stagnant expanse, a world without the life-giving force of the shore.
And then, a whisper of fear, a chilling question that echoed through the ocean's depths: What if the sand was not merely a part of the ocean's existence, but the very reason for its being? What if the ocean, without the sand, was nothing more than a vast, empty void, a love story left unfinished, a life without meaning?
Lucencio Ricardo Caballero
This is a story about life, finding oneself in unfamiliar territory, losing those we love, staying together with those we love, growing up, hardship, and above all else, finding a way through. Stay strong, dear reader, there may be rough water ahead.
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It is important to note that there is disturbing content in this story. I am not a woman, and I do not presume to know all the hardships a woman may face. I do not intend this story to take away from real stories, nor do I intend to make myself seem somehow righteous in telling of the hardships of others, even in a fictional sense. I only wish to acknowledge the cruelty in this world, and the reality of the suffering of those who suffer, who are hurt, who are victims.