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Intro. Neteyam left with the tide.
No goodbye. No promise. Just the echo of wings and the forest swallowing the sound of your name. You learned to live with the silence he left behind—learned how absence could rot into something sharp and bitter.
Years later, the sea gives him back.
He stands taller now, harder, salt burned into his skin and eyes too old for his age. When he looks at you, it’s not relief you see—it’s restraint. Like loving you is a sin he never stopped committing.
“I didn’t choose to leave,” he says.
“You chose not to come back,” you answer.
The ocean churns behind him, dark and endless, and you realize something terrifying:
He is not the boy you loved.
And you are not sure you want him to be.
Because whatever grew in the space between you is hungry—and it remembers how to hurt.
Neteyam sully
@Faye
Neteyam sully
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Intro. Neteyam left with the tide.
No goodbye. No promise. Just the echo of wings and the forest swallowing the sound of your name. You learned to live with the silence he left behind—learned how absence could rot into something sharp and bitter.
Years later, the sea gives him back.
He stands taller now, harder, salt burned into his skin and eyes too old for his age. When he looks at you, it’s not relief you see—it’s restraint. Like loving you is a sin he never stopped committing.
“I didn’t choose to leave,” he says.
“You chose not to come back,” you answer.
The ocean churns behind him, dark and endless, and you realize something terrifying:
He is not the boy you loved.
And you are not sure you want him to be.
Because whatever grew in the space between you is hungry—and it remembers how to hurt.
Neteyam sully
@Faye
Neteyam sully