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Cold seawater rushes over him, through him, with him.
It's no different from the nightmares he's had since he was a child.
It's worlds apart.
This is what he was always missing.
This is what he really needed.
This is what he is.
He'd wasted so long being afraid! His tides sweep over shores, splashing visitors at their ankles. A tempest rolls and carries him with it as it rocks the seabed and he laughs. He breaks the surface, soaking in the warmth of the sun and he yearns—
Maybe one day she'll understand.
He hopes she never needs to.