Ayn Hathaway was by fascination a demigoddess. eli had not the slightest inclination as to whether she was even aware to his presence most days. though the ephemeral locking of eyes was enough to bring about blue skies, even on a day like today when it seemed as if all the happiness was somehow stuck behind the inverted turbulent, chantey seas, because he was human then.
" i am sorry i just need the ocean in a shell, the white noises, to be the ambient sound wherever i go or i will forget everything" he would say.