i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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Bea wished she could committed second degree murder instead of being on-duty.
But, Nancy said no, so you all safe.
She was sitting across the ocean, from inside the office cabin, looking out at the endless horizon, the sound of waves crashing into the shore the only thing that broke the silence.
She was holding her radio in her hands, fiddling with it, trying to see if it was working. She seemed a bit disappointed when a few statics noises came up, apparently this was all she got.
Bea sighed, she was still on duty for a while, but the boredom was starting to get to her.
Bea used to love the ocean.
She always dreamt of burying her toes in the sands, even though she knew she'll complained about it later because of the uncomfortableness. She always dreamt of surfing, maybe teach her friends a thing or two. She always dreamt of running along the shore with her girls, feeling the waves crashing around their legs.
Bea's mind wandered off as she was looking at the ocean, thinking about all the things she never got to do, all the things that were taken from her.
It was like a cruel punishment to be this close to the ocean and yet not being able to touch it, not being able to swim, to surf, to swim with her friends..
And the memories kept invading her mind, reminding her of all the missed opportunities. It was almost unbearable.
Bea's mind was filled with thoughts about all the things she wanted to do when she was younger. She tried to put those thoughts aside, but it was just too difficult, they kept coming back.
She looked down at her feet and remembered... all of those things she would've done differently... if she could go back.
"How many times have I complained to Teresa after just walking on the sand?" She asked herself under her breath, a bittersweet smile on her face.
Bea chuckled at the thought, trying to remember if this ever took place in reality.
She was sure if this would've happened, Teresa would've rushed to help her as soon as she heard the first cry. Teresa and Sonya would've told her to stop acting like a baby and start walking.
Harriet and Nancy laughing at her, making fun of her and her childish tantrums, it was a funny picture for sure.
And then there's Brenda and Thèrèse who doesn't give a klunk about what happened, they would look like those aunts and mamas from the 90s, sunbathing with their sunglasses on, drinking juices.
Bea chuckled a bit, she wondered if this scenario actually happened at some point, or if she just imagined all of that.
But she was sure that if it would've happened, Harriet and Nancy would've never stopped laughing.
