Grasping at straws

His searching across the mainland of Alacritis had left him empty handed. Slowly he was loosing hope no matter how hard he wanted to hold on to what little shreds of hope he had left. He was grasping at them like they were going to keep air in his lungs. He finally had to start asking himself when enough was enough. It wasn't fair to his children to have them lose their mother and then have him absent all the time looking for them. It wasn't fair to himself to be constantly exausted from his travels and lack of sleep. He sighed as he pulled himself onto the shore of the island that was just off the coast of Fiori's lands. It was useless to think she could have been so close this whole time, but he was running out of options. He began to make his way further into the island, keeping his eyes and nose focused on the memory of her scent that was ingrained in his brain. Would that memory ever fade? Would he ever forget how her body felt or the sound of her voice? His ears flicked at the thought while he tried to bring his attention fully to his surroundings. He had seen this island so many times from his shore, but he had never come out here. It felt like a different world, secluded from his usual life and duties.