He stood by the base of the lighthouse as the waves crashed against the rocks.
All he could think of now was home. The sun had long since gone and the wind whipped at his bare arms.
What he would give to embrace his family one more time. He turned and entered the lighthouse, the weather had become unbearable. The heavy door closed with a thud behind him and as always the moonlight shone through the window, illuminating his secret garden. No matter the natural color of an object, under the moon everything is the same pale blue. He sat at his chipped table. Despite efforts and promises i hot tear ran slowly down his cheek.
His mother, that is who he missed most of all. Another tear whetted his cheek, then another. Drops fell onto the table and he buried his head in his hands, all his grief pouring out as chaos raged outside.
Why did they have to leave? He screamed to the sky, but his voice was lost among the sound of the waves and wind. He had not asked for his fate. It seems, he thought, life is cruel. Memories long lost return; his time spent with them but a glimpse of the mind now.
Why mother? he questioned the night.
Why did you have to leave me? We so seldom appreciate our lives and now there is nothing left. Alone he sat in his timeless prison waiting for anything. They had left him, and now he was lost to the world. He was broken now, and useless to the world. He knew what was to come.
I love you. and he continued to weep into the night.
