Elias finally turned. The seat was empty. Only a small, wet pebble sat where she might have been—a piece of sea glass, worn smooth by a decade of tides.
He headed back toward the shore, the blue glass tucked into his palm. He realized then that some people are meant for the depths, and some are meant to keep the time for those who return. Elias finally turned
Here is a short story inspired by that atmosphere of longing and the metaphorical "deep blue sea" of our choices. Elias finally turned