Author's Note: hello first story. Lets see how it goes. Leave a review telling me what you think. And for the record I don't hate the ocean I was just brain storming and this popped up in my brain.

Disclaimer: I don't own the sea.

Claimer: I own this story.

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I stare down into the sea thinking of my mother and only of her. The sea has always held my hatred; it is so cruel and unforgiving. The sea takes the things you love and no matter how much you want them to come back to you, you know they are gone forever. I felt tears forming in my eyes and for the first time in my life I let them fall. The edge of the cold waves lapped at my boots. People may think it strange of me to be standing up to my ankles in the ocean, at midnight, in mid December. I don't care what comes to people's minds when I catch their eyes. I whipped the tears from my eyes and walked farther into the deep blue abyss. I was up to my waist when I decided I had to let go of my mother. I looked down at her beautiful corpse in my arms. I laid her body down and watched as the waves carried her out to sea. I watched until she was blocked from my vision because of the darkness then I walked out of the cold water. I walked out on the rocks. I am in no hurry to do what I am about to do. I stood on the edge of the last rock. I looked down and saw my mother's dress caught on one of the rocks. I jumped into the icy water. The waves were blocking my vision and draining the air in my lungs. I swam to my mother, ripped her dress from the big rocks, linked our arms together, kissed her forehead, and lost myself as the current carried us out to sea. I float out at sea with my mother, still waiting to join her in the land of the lost souls, like I was determined to one hundred

years ago.

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