☁︎︎❥𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘁|⌫ - 𝘗𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘜

Sunrise

✨Tw✨: Allister lake things (sewer slide mentions)

General POV:

Bad dream. Bad dream. Bad dream.

Tommy wasn't there to save her

He wasn't there

He wasn't.

Allister was alone.

It was a bad dream.

Now she was awake, breathing rapidly. He was there. But she was still alone, cause she couldn't tell him. He didn't know she was truly happy. He'd assume she wasn't happy and she didn't have the proof to convince him otherwise.

"I know that now." The sentence Tommy had spoken to her in a dream a while ago told it all.

Tommy thought Allister was truly unhappy, that she wasn't satisfied.

He couldn't be left  think that again.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

Allister stood and took a few deep breaths. She found herself wandering to the door out onto the deck, despite the cold early morning Britain air. She took one long breath of fresh air before slipping her sandals on and pulling her sweater tighter around her frame.

Almost as if instinct, Allister started walking the few blocks to the beach. Based on the absence of sunlight, she assumed it was around 4am.

The closer she got the more she could hear waves crashing against the rocky shore.

Allister's feet hit the sand and she found herself running. She didn't know what she was running towards, maybe she knew what she was running from but wasn't read to confront it, address it. But she ran regardless.

A small cluster of rocks was what she found lying in her path.

Without thinking much, she scrambled onto the rocks, tearing a hole in the side of her sleeve in her haste.

"Damnit.." she cursed under her breath.

Allister hoisted herself up onto the nearest rock suitable for sitting to assess the damage.

It was a relatively small tear, she could probably sew it up. What was concerning her was the line of red running across her skin.

Quickly, Allister rolled up her sleeve. A smear of red followed where the sweater had picked up her blood.

The more she looked at it the more she was aware of the dull pangs that were telling her she was hurt.

It didn't hurt that bad, so there shouldn't have been any tears welling at her eyes, but she couldn't help it. Maybe her need to cry wasn't due to the rather small and meaningless cut on her arm, but due to the sheer amount of emotions she had avoided over the past months, maybe even the past years.

So Allister rolled down the sleeves of her sweater, climbed a little higher on the grove of rocks, cautiously this time, and cried.

Nobody was around to see her and tell her she was weak, not that anyone would. It was just her and the crashing waves, waiting for the sky.

Her, the ocean and the tears that felt so amazing.

She wasn't even sad, she just cried. Thoughtless, finally. Her mind felt clear, yet the more her mind cleared the more another storm blew about in her head.