Where the wreck ended

By Jlinden

For the first time in lifetimes…she didn’t want to leave.

For the first time, the tide was no longer something to return to, but something to resist, because it would take her away from you.

She had spent centuries haunting the shorelines, dragging her song across the hulls of passing ships, hoping someone might hear he, not just listen, but understand.Not to fall for her, but to find her.

And when you did, when your eyes caught hers across the impossible distance between myth and man, she knew. The sea had always been her prison, not her home.And love was not something you lure. It was something you stay for.

You didn’t run when you saw the salt on her skin. You didn’t fear the shadows behind her voice .You heard the undertow and still stepped forward,and that…that changed everything.

She had been looking for you the entire time.

Every crashing tide.Every shattered mast.Every whisper through foam and ruin.None of it was about collecting hearts.

It was about finding hers.

And now, here ,in the place where your breath met hers,where your hand reached back through all her lifetimes of silence,she finally understood:

Home was never a place. It was a person who knew how to hold all your storms without asking you to quiet them.

It was you.

The one who didn’t flinch.The one who didn’t try to save her from the sea ,only sat beside her and said,“I’ll stay, if you want me to.”

So she did the one thing she thought impossible.

She anchored herself to your ship.Not to sink it.Not to haunt it.But to sail with it.

To chart new constellations in the wake of your touch. To relearn the world in the shape of your arms. To abandon every past life, every myth, every mourning, just to wake beside you.

And now, if the sea calls, she does not answer. If the wind sings, she sings back your name instead.

Because when the wreck ended, when the haunting stopped, when the waves stilled just long enough to listen…

The real story began. One where she was not a tragedy.Not a warning.Not a ghost.

But a woman in love, finally found, finally free, and finally home.

-j