That night, I dreamt of the ocean.
In the dream I was walking along the coast of Maine when I heard her call to me. Those same words that had been said earlier, ceva saasha, she whispered to me in that strange language. I dimly realized I could understand it. Come home. That lilting language. It was a little like hearing home for the first time. I don't really know how to explain it any other way. How could a language feel like home? I didn't know, but it did.
I made it to the ocean and waded out into the icy depth. When I was up to my waist in water I stopped and just stood there looking out to sea. Come home. The ocean whispered as a wave hit the rocky Maine coast.
“How?” I asked. How do I come home? Wasn't that what I was trying to do by coming to Maine?
Come home.
I huffed in annoyance. Apparently the ocean didn't want to help. She just wanted to say those two fucking words over and over again. Whatever. If she didn't want to tell me more than those two words, it obviously wasn't that important. I was tired for her not answering me. It's a dream, I decided. I'll just imagine myself somewhere else, or something.
Before I could get my imagination up and running I felt an itch, so strong it almost burned, on both of my arms. I lifted my left arm out of the water to see what was going on. There on the soft part of my inner arm was a patch of glistening green. “What?” I brought my arm closer to my face to get a better look at the unnatural hue of my skin. It looked like-
A large wave pulled me under.
I woke up soaked on the edge of the rocky shore near Seawall Campground. My first thought was to whip my arm up to my face to get a second look at the glimmering green from my dream. But there was nothing there.
I heaved a sigh, trying to figure out how I had gotten out here. Logic said I walked here. Sleepwalking had never been something I did. But… maybe... I don't know. I was all out of sorts. Shaking my head, I began my soggy walk back to my tent.
~AT~
Later that same day I found myself at the beach. Once again, I was one of the few brave souls that was enjoying the water. In fact, I was enjoying it so much I completely missed Fionn until he was practically on top of me. Heaving a sigh of annoyance I stopped my swimming.
“What do you want?” I asked not bothering to be polite. I didn't have enough sleep last night to act pleasant.
Fionn reached into the frigid water and grasped my hands, pulling me gently to my feet. “Walk with me?” he suggested guiding me out of the water and toward the far end of the beach.
He lead me up the beginning of a trail. It started with man mades steps up a short but rather steep hill. “You know, if I would have known we were hiking I would have put on shoes,” I groused.
Fionn chuckled at my grumpiness. “I'm not wearing shoes either.”
Yeah, well, you're stupid, I had to bite my tongue to stop from actually voicing my retort. The terrain became rocky and we had to walk slowly to keep from hurting our feet on the rough terrain. Fionn was still leading me along this hiking trail, when all of a sudden he spun me around with a joyous laugh so that I was facing back the way we had come.
My breath hitched in my throat. You could see the beach and beyond into the rocky coast of Acadia.
“Have you ever seen a view more beautiful than this?” Fionn asked in wonder winding his hands around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
I could only shake my head in reply not wanting to ruin the absolutely serenity of this place with my talking.
Some time later, we had decided to sit down along the side of the trail and continue to look at the land. Fionn was sitting slightly behind me, his arms still wrapped possessively around me. I leaned back against his chest, not wanting this moment to ever end.
Realizing I was content for the first time in ages had a small smile playing on my lips.
“I didn't know you knew how to smile,” Fionn pointed out softly. He snuck a quick chaste kiss onto my cheek.
Debating on whether I wanted to open up to this man, I pursed my lips in thought. “I haven't had any reasons to smile recently,” I began slowly.
When Fionn didn't respond with anything but silent acceptance of my quiet utterance I decided to tell him about my reasons for being here.
“So, your friend died, you lost your job, and your parents decided they were finally going to tell you that you're adopted?” he asked once I had told him of my troubled.
I nodded in response not trusting myself to be able to talk around the lump that had formed in my throat. Fionn didn’t say anything, something I was thankful for. Words sounded shallow when people were trying to express their condolences and sympathies. He just hugged me tighter, laying a comforting kiss on my head.
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