Elias
Elias pursed his lips, moving to set his basket down, as he listened to her. "I'll take my chances." He got it; so much had happened in the past, she didn't think that she could have someone who truly cared about her.
"You told me that you felt like a shadow, in a sea of color," more or less the gist of her words. He straightened, lips curving in an honest smile. "But Phoebe, listen. You're anything but a shadow. And... maybe you're out of chances to give, or you think you're out of chances to receive." He paused his gaze wandering the beach.
"I'm not out of either." Elias falls into silence for a moment, watching the ocean, sunlight reflecting off the waves.
"Every drop of water in that ocean comes from somewhere else. But together, the ocean is whole and beautiful. Things happen, and it loses water, but then... sometimes, it rains." He's smiling, as he studies the water, "The clouds in the sky are similar, in fact, most of the world is a puzzle piece. When there's an eruption," A relevant statement, "Things go chaotic for a little while. But eventually, they get better, a new ecosystem might develop, or maybe it gets cleaned up. But it does get better."
He reached for his basket again, turning to face her, brushing a stray hair from his eyes as the wind blew, "The good cannot exist without the bad, Phoebe, and too much of the bad can blind you to the good."
"You told me that you felt like a shadow, in a sea of color," more or less the gist of her words. He straightened, lips curving in an honest smile. "But Phoebe, listen. You're anything but a shadow. And... maybe you're out of chances to give, or you think you're out of chances to receive." He paused his gaze wandering the beach.
"I'm not out of either." Elias falls into silence for a moment, watching the ocean, sunlight reflecting off the waves.
"Every drop of water in that ocean comes from somewhere else. But together, the ocean is whole and beautiful. Things happen, and it loses water, but then... sometimes, it rains." He's smiling, as he studies the water, "The clouds in the sky are similar, in fact, most of the world is a puzzle piece. When there's an eruption," A relevant statement, "Things go chaotic for a little while. But eventually, they get better, a new ecosystem might develop, or maybe it gets cleaned up. But it does get better."
He reached for his basket again, turning to face her, brushing a stray hair from his eyes as the wind blew, "The good cannot exist without the bad, Phoebe, and too much of the bad can blind you to the good."
I'm so tired of the shore, let me in, baby,
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
You're an ocean beautiful and blue, I wanna swim in you.
