Unfazed

"Nothing he could say to her would ease the pain she felt, so he said nothing. Unfazed by the cold or by the unnaturally rising waters that sloshed about them, he stood with his head resting lightly atop hers. One small, icy hand curled into the cloth of his top as the other sought his and limply intertwined with his work-worn fingers. Frigid water, slick with seaweed, pooled around their feet as dusk fell in a silence punctuated only by the grind of the ocean against the rocks. " 

From my personal IP, The Whaler Girl