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The cast is off. Sam is with Lucy. The dogs are with Sam and Mathias is standing alone on the beach, his scuba gear on his back and in his hand. He's been out in the water already and his leg aches, the muscles not nearly as strong as they'd been before the fall on the second island, but it's a good ache. One that he can live with if it means he can dive again.
He's thinking of going back out once his leg has had a few moments to rest. The day is warm and the sun is high and Mathias doesn't feel great, but he doesn't feel like he has for weeks. Months, in fact. There are times he worries that his inability to deal with Veronica disappearing is going to affect Sam negatively. That she's going to realize sooner rather than later that he isn't coping with it very well and that it's going to do something to her. More than anything, he wants to do right by Sam, which means trying to move on.
He doesn't want to, really. Often, he wants to wallow and feel sorry for himself, but today, it's easier to forget that. With the waves against his shins, it's difficult to feel as down as he has lately. The fall down the mineshaft still lingers at the back of his memory, reminding him of what they'd all gone through there, reminding him that he still worries about it, still thinks about it, but the beach and the sun make it easier to push that down and away.
For the first time in months, he's genuinely smiling as he heads back up the beach to set down the oxygen tank.
[Come get unofficial diving or swimming lessons! :D]
He's thinking of going back out once his leg has had a few moments to rest. The day is warm and the sun is high and Mathias doesn't feel great, but he doesn't feel like he has for weeks. Months, in fact. There are times he worries that his inability to deal with Veronica disappearing is going to affect Sam negatively. That she's going to realize sooner rather than later that he isn't coping with it very well and that it's going to do something to her. More than anything, he wants to do right by Sam, which means trying to move on.
He doesn't want to, really. Often, he wants to wallow and feel sorry for himself, but today, it's easier to forget that. With the waves against his shins, it's difficult to feel as down as he has lately. The fall down the mineshaft still lingers at the back of his memory, reminding him of what they'd all gone through there, reminding him that he still worries about it, still thinks about it, but the beach and the sun make it easier to push that down and away.
For the first time in months, he's genuinely smiling as he heads back up the beach to set down the oxygen tank.
[Come get unofficial diving or swimming lessons! :D]