The first thing I feel is the cool salty breeze of the ocean, its warm and almost comforting.
I slowly open to see the starry night sky, the moon is nearly full as the white light creates a false sense of day.
The steady sound of the waves rush up the shore before receding back into the ocean.
I hear sniffling behind me as tears patter into the sand. "Good bye Graves. Thank you for everything."
For some reason my back feels like its on rubbery foam... and why am I rocking?
Sitting up, I see that I'm out in open water on a surfboard. She was sending me out to sea as a Hawaiian funeral. "What the hell Scylla?!"
Kneeling on the shore with her head down, she holds her hands in prayer while weeping. "It feels like I can still hear your voice."
"That's cause you can, dumbass!"
"Even in death, you are just as harsh as you were when you were living."
Going down on my stomach, I begin to paddle back to shore. "That's cause I am still alive!"
