so broken hearted

He had to return Eastward again, his heart continued to call out for a girl that would never be able to answer. Ocean grit his teeth as memories of her filled his mind with every step. He took better care of himself this time, he’d seen his sister’s tears and he didn’t want them to fall again. The emotions that stirred just underneath the surface ebbed and flowed like the tide. Pain and loss swirled together as anger touched at his consciousness. There was nothing to be done and frustration bit at his toes. There was absolutely no sign of the woman he realized he loved far far too late.

Ocean’s paws continued forward but his eyes were filled with tears and his chest felt hallowed out. He was almost numb but not enough to ignore the throbbing sense of loss that encompassed his whole body. Motif was dead. The silver marked man made his way slowly up the waterfall, to the very peaks as the sun lowered towards the horizon. He stepped into the brilliant orange light and raised his head to the sky as the wind tore through his thick fur. Ocean let out an anguished cry, a song of heartache and loss that rang out over the falls and the forest surrounding. He cried out his hopeless frustration, his voice slowly subsiding as his body sunk to the rock below. Ocean collapsed beside the waterfall and wept.