This one is quite heavy, canonverse and unhappy endings. More writing style experiments. ~800 words, mirrored on ao3.
Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts, please proceed with care.
Reaching the ocean was unimaginable until it lay before Levi. Its existence irrefutable, assailing his senses. A tangy scent pricked his nose. The cool breeze off its surface coating him in a fine mist. It stretched endlessly, melting into the sky in a line somewhere beyond the perception of distance. It moved, undulating and beating. Wilder than a lake, calmer than a river, and flowing nowhere but out and back upon itself. So much water with no destination, no visible source.
Its power was quiet, and it moved those who saw it differently. Some waded in, feeling the water splash gently around their legs. Levi did not wade; he watched. Some explored the shore, picking up shells and examining alien creatures scuttling in the tides. Levi merely watched. Some were overcome, the reality of the unknowable future made solid, real, with the slap of waves and smell of spray. And still, Levi watched.
Only when night fell on the camp and there was no one to see him steal away, did Levi return to the shore. Alone, he could do more than watch. He could see. The line of the water was bright with the sun’s last rays reflecting on its ever-moving surface. Lights bounced, dancing and skittering in whorls of chaos. Levi walked forward, onto the wet sand where the water lapped, eyes trained on the distance.