Cursed

He stared into the dark sky with his empty eyes. All light gone. The sparkling, shallow water pooled around his naked, delicate feet, which were now adorned with permanent scars. The scars were jewels he had been gifted on his birthday. He didn't ask for them. The scars weren't the only thing he was gifted with. He was gifted with loneliness. The sea had stolen his parents. "Even if you touch my feet a thousand times, I won't forgive you for taking my parents" Those were the words he wanted to scream but he couldn't, for the ocean had taken more than his parents from him. It had stolen his voice. "There is a scream of the mouth and lungs, and a scream of the eyes and soul. If the former gets no response, the latter begins."