“One does not truly experience pain until light is completely depleted of their life”

You have no light anymore. No ocean to your sailboat , no clouds to your sky that now glooms down at you everyday. Almost mocking how the blue hue of the void with no clouds matches his eyes, the same ones that used to look at you with such warmth. Bright everywhere he went, like blue fire, holding the same heat as the sun on that humid beach day. A mix between the deep depths of the ocean and the tops of the soft waves, a cruel reminder of how they crashed around that day. How the cold bleak water had swallowed him right up.

You chuck the newspaper across the dimly lit cafe, it only being 5 in the morning. The glass sitting opposed from you went with the paper to the ground with a clash, the small shards shooting at your skin as you attempt to grab the chunks that now litter the floor. The stings are nothing to the numbing ache in your chest. Mavros was dead. Your Mavros was dead. And you couldn’t help but feel it was all your fault. You were the one that wanted to swim in the ocean. You were the one that asked to see him surf. And you were the one who watched as he collided with the harsh waves and the stupid, stupid rock that came from nowhere.

Your dirty little secret seemed to be yanking at the grasp you thought you had gained. One of maybe being happy, just to slip away in the tide with Mavros. Your Mum had warned you years ago, “Never fall in love {{user}}, my sweet. For it will only hurt you more” she had said, your heart didn’t want to listen though. And damn it all now she was right, she was so right. Immortality is a curse to any soul, one you knew would be a mistake but you took the deal anyway, one that would save your sister from a deadly plague. Said deal coming back to bite you in the ass time and time again. Mavros was dead, just like your Mum, and Father, and eventually your sister. All you could do now was watch your boyfriend die over and over again as they broadcasted it on every damn news tv