Saoirse could smell the ocean salt clinging to his skin. She could still see the sunlight reflecting in his hazel eyes. This was where Julian belonged.
It hadn’t been good enough.
He had the ocean in his soul but around here the dark corners echoed of empty promises far louder.
She begged him. He answered their call anyway.
If I could go back, Saoirse wondered, when was the moment you decided?
His mother wiped her tears away.
“This is where he was happiest.”
Saoirse inhaled the ocean air and tilted the urn. They watched as the waves carried Julian away.
Word count: 100
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