Standing still on the shore, she was like a statue. Vague feelings, loud questions, silent curses, it was all over her.
Everything was not going so well. She knew well that she was always better off alone. Even greater, if only she was alone.
But alone for her felt lonely. She needed a hand to hold, she needed the safety, she needed good things.
The moon was gloomy, clouds setting on it's corners. Hard waves crashing the shore, as she tries to avoid it. The sand was black as an ink, cold breeze withered, only the voice of the waves were heard.
Her feet was tired playing with the beautifully cruel waves, she needed to sit down.
She removed her oversized hoodie, placed it on the even sand, and there she sat. She sat still, breathing softly. She looked up, witnessing lightnings across the wild, dark, unknown seas. A soft smile rose from her lips, she always loved the lightning.
It was midnight, she was alone, she sat. Took her phone from her pocket, and decided to write a story.
YOU ARE READING
What Meets the Waves
RandomAn overnight vacation was the answer to her questions. Maybe some of her questions, but yes, the waves, the salty air, the bird noises, the beautiful sand, sunset, everything. The ocean was the silence to all her loud questions.
