Ocean's Breath Plateau but i hate to think about you with somebody else

<3!!

The ocean became to Riptide what ma and his siblings had been: a constant, a comfort. Some days, he swore he could hear them in the waves, a gentle rush, a wild whoop. Never clear enough to make out any words, but there, there, ever present, ever binding him to the sea.

Had they become the sea? Had he become the moon? He laughed again, as he always did when the absurd idea surfaced like something long buried, and he lunged again, and failed, again, to drive the water back. But what an idea! Might believe it too, if the ocean listened.

As it were, the ocean only caught his open mouth, and filled him with a gasp of sea water.

Riptide retorted with a spluttering hack - game over, bested again, another point given to the sea - and he back pedaled for the cool sand, where the raucous gulls laughed.

Oh, shut up, he cried as he left the waters, only for another hack to break his protest.. Wretched lot! but his eyes still caught with mischief, and his voice with strained amusement, even as he hunched down like a wet rat.