Waves [Rin x Sick!Reader]

Scream.

All he longed to do was sink into his despair and scream until his larynx would surely burst, until it became so raw, the muscles fell apart and shred. He wanted to hide away in his room, wither away, sleep and never wake up again. The color in his life drained away, every motion, ever part of his routine, every stroke in the crystal, blue water held little meaning, no joy as it once did. He fell silent. He spoke nothing of the turmoil within, shielding his pain from the light of the outside world. He grinned. He laughed. He played the part of a dedicated captain, when, inwardly, he was shrieking in agony, begging for someone to put him out of his misery.

Then, every evening, when the sun took its rest, when the moon brought her glittering children out to play in the clean night air, he ventured his way over to you, listening to the lullaby of the crashing waves, flowing in and out. In their water, white noise, he allowed their gentle arms to gather up his pain and take them into their vast depths.

In them, he found strength.

In them, he found the stability to cross the threshold into the hospital, the cold, deadpan, sterile environment you now cold your home.

Able to gather his strength, a deep breath, pushing aside his crimson locks, he finally gathered the power it took just to open the door.

There you lay, supported by machines of various sizes and functions. Needles burrowed into tired veins. The mask covering your mouth fed you the oxygen you struggled so hard to receive. Your lively, healthy figure was now emaciated, placid, the muscles flaccid.

But, as soon you perceived his soft voice, greeting you with every bit of cheer in his voice, the light returned to your face, eyes twinkling, even if only for a moment. Fingers spread, you reached out to him, and his interlaced with yours, warm and cold, strong and weak.

Here at your side, he found his hope, the beat of his heart, the breath in his lungs. It was you that pulled him from the slumps of sorrow, that guided him back to the water he loved so much. You were there at his side through the dark, cloudy forest to the road covered of sunshine. You held him tight. You cradled him many a sleepless night, pressed your lips into skin, moistened with salted tears. You filled him with that life he so craved.

And with that strength, he dove back into the water.

You both were so certain you would follow, follow him into these rhythmic waves of life and allow the current to carry you forward.

If only he saw the sharp stone preventing the crossing of that path, at least for you...

The current was too strong for you, and your wave barely crept onto the shore of life.

He refused to lose sight of you.

But, water cannot be pinned to the earth, and your time would slip through his trembling fingers sooner or later.

Until then, he would spend every minute time would allow at your side. He dried your tears. He clasped you to his chest as you quivered from the weight of your burden. He cradled you in his arms as you slept, allowing you to wander through your dreams.

It was the least he could do to return the favor...

And when the morning graced the world once again with its delicate, comforting light, and he was forced to return to his mundane, monochrome life, he ventured by the ocean once more, a sheet of glittering gold beneath the sun’s rays.

He listened, listened to the singing of the sea birds, the crashing of the waves.

In...Out...

With a slow inhale, he closed his eyes, letting the rhythm carry him away.

You were a wave that would soon return to the depths of blue..

But, until then, he would keep you with him, enjoying your rhythm, your scent, your beauty, until it was time for you to return to your home in the sea.