The lone figure stood on the cliff face every morning, staring out at the sea, no matter the weather or how choppy the sea was.
The first time I saw them, I had approached out of concern they would jump, but they ignored me.
Back in the village, I asked about them. The rest of the village didn't know, but awaiting a long lost love was the agreed upon reason.
Then, finally, one day, they weren't there.
Everyone thought they'd found what they wanted. And they had.
It was just that the thing they wanted was the village engulfing wave.
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