With each disappointment, his heart ached less and his mind accepted more. He could hear the sound of its breaking.
The storm wasn't in the sky, rather, it raged in his soul. Wrecking havoc and leaving cracks.
It wasn't out of heartbreak this time. It was the longing. So deep it left him breathless. Yet what he longed for, he knew not, for he already embraced that which was apparent and true.
It's dead and shall not revive again. The emptiness echoes, resonating around..
He felt it again. The burn from the strike of the lightning. Once again, the smell around him was salty and wet.
From the tears that fell without restrain, he could no longer contain them.
Is it bad that it wasn't his first heartbreak? The pain was overwhelming just like the first time.
However, this time, it wasn't because his heart was broken into pieces.
It was because something was missing.