Put love on hold, young Hollywood

Ocean wasn’t even sure what he was doing, the fire in his belly was gone, his confidence shattered, his family only remaining in bits and pieces now. There wasn’t much for him to live for and as his sister helped him along Oce wondered if it was even worth it to come back. Maybe everything would have been better if he had just died in the snow. Ocean was silent as Chrys helped him limp back to her chambers in the ship. She helped him lay on the furs that decorated the den, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he curled his legs beneath him and laying his head on the fur. Thankfully it protected against the harsh cold of the metal ship, not that the young man cared.

Chrystelle went about her work, looking up to the herbs she had stored within. Ocean closed his eyes, still contemplating if he even deserved to be here. His sister’s soft voice reached him, but Oce couldn’t find his own voice and instead shook his head no. He’d live with the pain, it was the only emotion he felt besides numb and empty. Ocean grit his teeth and buried his face in the crook of his arm.