so broken hearted

His shoulders shook as he sobbed beside the constant roar of the water. Ocean had to double check himself he’d returned to the east, certain that he would find something pointing him towards Motif. All signs of her disappeared, and he knew that she had perished somewhere. The emotions overwhelmed him again, he’d come back because he allowed himself to hope that he had just been wrong. There was no mistake. She was gone. Motif was gone and he had never told her how he felt.

The feeling of brokenness inside was akin to the loss of his parents, but it felt so much more devastating. Both his mother and father had been old and lived a full life, there was so much more for Motif to live for, so many years they could have spent together. His best friend, his first love. Ocean felt lost, and he blocked out all the noise of the world beyond the steady beat of the water upon rocks. He’d not have any idea he wasn’t alone until he felt warmth against his shoulder.

Ocean froze for a moment, his mind’s first instinct to believe that a miracle had happened. Motif came to sit beside him, finding him after everything...He lifted his head as the girl spoke and Ocean did not blink open his silvery gaze to find the dark coated she wolf he loved. His mouth opened in disbelief and his features crumbled again. He did not know this woman. Quickly his eyes were averted to his paws, tears still streaming down his face.

”I am though.” He whispered, feeling the loss like a steak through the heart. It was sharp and driving, and didn’t feel as though it would ever subside.