He stood there taking it all in. Waves crashing on to the moonlit beach and the cold sea breeze tearing at his skin.
The piercing cold soothed the painful emptiness he felt.
For the first time in his life he found himself depleted. The constant unrequited love drained him. He lost faith in hope and hated love. It broke him and extinguished his soul. He felt nothing and the cold numbed him.
Without a soul, he became a machine. A tin-man searching for his heart.
Roses smelled like shit. Dorthy became dull and annoying. He no longer wanted to take the piss-yellow road and instead headed towards the dark depths of the sea.
The ocean started to rust his skin and before it enveloped him, he caught a shimmer from the moon.
Fate had other plans for him.
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