ミ★ 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 // 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 ★彡

1 - The sand beneath my feet

Time and time again I find myself in the same spot, standing idle as the waves crash against my legs. With my jeans partially wet from the ankles down, and my hair ruffled from the cool breeze, I stand by the shore staring off blankly into the distance of just miles and miles of water ahead.

With the sand beneath my feet, and the blazing rays of the afternoon sun shining upon me. I continue to stare off, thinking quietly, with no one around to shatter this moment. No one.

Bliss.

A word to describe a state of happiness, peace, oblivious to the world around us. I'd say it's a good word to describe this moment, this feeling, whatever it is in all its beauty. And what better place to experience such than the beach? The quiet, empty beach with its serene waters...after all Monday was a working day for the general public, so I have the whole place all to myself.

All that can be heard are swaying waves directed by the wind, a few birds chirping here and there crying about something...something unintelligible that us humans can't understand anyways, and the sound of my own lousy thoughts hammering in my head. That last one sounds real nice. Thoughts...thoughts...thoughts...thoughts that spin around my head, I almost feel dizzy from the motion in which they move...twisted.

"Another day, another get-away" I mutter quietly to myself, my words free to roam loosely in the salty air.

Misery.

Another word to describe this moment. An unhappy state of mental strain, discomfort, among other negative feelings. But why in such a physical state of bliss would one feel misery? Two contradictory opposites that cancel out each other, yet in this moment...they co-exist. I was always one for contradictions, I'm a walking contradiction in itself. There's no one or the other, just two extreme opposing ends, it's always been and always will until the end.

"What to do...what to do...left alone...with no one...no one..." I let words flow out of my mouth mindlessly like water out of a tap. The thoughts are jumbled and I'm spewing words at this point, whether it makes for coherent speech or not.

I fold my arms as my weight shifts to my left leg, I continue to stare off into the distance, watching the waters. I sigh heavily as I turn left to right, looking...but for what? What's there to find? More water? More sand? More oxygen for my lungs perhaps?

An expression plasters my face, one which seems to be pretty emotionless yet the eyebrow creases and slight frown lines slowly appearing suggest otherwise, "You did it to yourself...you can't even deny it at this point...it doesn't find you...you seek it out on purpose...a whore for misery, that's what." I spit in a sour tone, for no one to hear but myself.

I can't help but laugh a few moments later, making light of the situation, making light of my feelings like I always do...a habit...a coping mechanism...a real fun one too. Laugh at your misery, taste sweet at first until the twist comes, a bitter aftertaste! 10/10 would recommend.

⊹ CRASH! ⊹

Crash goes the dumbass on his surfboard! Wait, now isn't that funny, I don't recall a surfboard let alone the mystery dumbass ever being here...either ignorance was too blissful, or I'm just blind. The odds are 50-50 yet the experimental probability of option two, blindness, seems more likely. He seems pretty far from me, about a good 30 to 40 meters. Or is it a she? It's hard to tell with such distance. My eyes must be deceiving me, they seem to do that a lot.

I focus on the person a bit longer as they throw their surfboard across the sand while pacing back and forth, speaking loudly to themself like a madman, so much for public decency...Not that the view's great or anything, but I continue to watch just out of boredom. Or curiosity perhaps, though curiosity's never gotten me far before...like a cat, I'm down to a few lives left, some lost too soon and others with long years ahead of them.

The person continues to pace back and forth shouting incoherent nothings to themselves, nothing I can hear from here anyways. A board is thrown around, sand is kicked and a shirt is torn off. Wait...shirt? I narrow my eyes at the person trying to focus on them, not in a perverted way of course, but in a curious way once again. They seem to have a very toned body, abs, no bra on. No bra on? IT'S A MAN! IT'S A MAN! What an epiphany!

He certainly has an interesting way to release frustration and anger, I should try it myself some time. I continue to observe the man with great focus, he seems to have my attention now with his child-like fit. After moments of tantrum on his part, he looks around cautiously quick, his eyes skimming all directions before it stops at one point. My direction.

It's not like his facial expression or any details of that sort is visible from here, but I can tell he is looking at me very intensely right now. I stand idle, frozen in my spot, staring back awkwardly, what is one to do in this situation? Saunter over and give a half-assed wave going "Hey i saw you about 30 meters away having a psychotic child's tantrum, anyways what's your name? Lovely weather out here isn't it? By the way your shirt is ripped off if you haven't noticed..."

The man turns away quickly, he gathers his torn shirt bits in a rush, the surfboard in the other hand, and his seemingly short legs make a run for it as he escapes the scene of the crime. He's quite fast I have to admit, those short legs really are going places...and that place is definitely away from here, away from me. He seems to be in quite the rush as he stumbles a bit while running, his surprisingly long hair seems to be getting caught in his vision as the wind blows hard unfortunately for him. Maybe he's dying of embarrassment after there's been a witness to his "crime scene", which was me...hooray! What a weirdo...

I sigh heavily as my head droops down, staring at the water puddling around my feet and the sand stuck to the damp ends of my pants. This is it I guess...time to head back home. I turn away from the shore walking back, with a swift movement I bend to reach my Docs as I walk off the beach and towards my car.

What an eventful day.

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wow whats this? im actually writing something? crazy...anyways here...have a half-assed starting concept for an Eddie fic that popped into my head today...yeah thats my ways of saying hi its been months, here you go...content to feed you and stuff :)

also this is very short but i feel like i want to stick to short chapters, the last chris fic has chapters with 4000 words or more and it was exhausting and full of yapping (im still yapping right now...sorry)

 also dont take the gif at the top personally, i just thought he was cute in it lmao

xoxo - A