「Love is as beautiful as the sun, but if too much, it burns.」
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Myeong is a 19 years old girl who has always been lonely throughout her childhood. She grew up with her thoughts and observations as her only friends, or even enemies.
She e...
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//8 years ago//
A sudden gust of salty wind interrupts my vision, bringing my disheveled hair in front of my glittering eyes. I take a step back, digging my foot into the damp sand. I shake my head from side to side to try to free my face from the tangled hair. It doesn't work, so I bring both my hands to finally fix them.
Having clear vision again, I watch the blue sea move at its own pace. Small waves rise just before the shore and then caress the wet sand, then joining the sea again.
"Honey, why don't you take one last bath? We have to leave soon." The familiar voice of my mother reaches my ears, anticipated by her hand on my bare shoulders.
I squint my eyes as I turn to look up at my mum. The sun is shining behind, giving her a divine charm.
"How soon?" I ask, keeping my face blank. I let out a faint snort as the wind continues to stick my hair to my face, filling them with saltiness.
My mum softens her face in a sweet smile, caressing my shoulders a last time before standing up from her bent position.
"Soon."
I watch her as she walks away to our towel on the dry and hot sand. I move my gaze back on the captivating sea.
So captivating yet so mysterious.
I let myself be carried away by the movement of my bare feet, which are attracted by the water in front of me. I walk until I feel the cold and unexpected contact of the sea. I hesitate for a few seconds, getting lost in the view of the blue horizon. Who knows what's over there. I would like to go far, far away.
But will anyone look for me?
I take a deep and calm breath before I wade through the water that surrounds me, making the surface rise up to my shoulders. It didn't take long before my small stature was completely engulfed in the clear, frozen liquid.
I bring my gaze to the distorted shape of my legs underwater. The salty smell invades my sensitive nostrils. I fill my lungs with air before bending my knees and diving into the sea.
The hearing becomes occluded as soon as it goes below the surface, making external sounds softer and more distant.
My eyes are shut down, protecting themselves from the contact with the sea water.
But why don't I open them? Does it burn that bad? Would I see underwater if I try?
My mother always said that she enjoys opening her eyes while swimming. She said she is used to do so, that's why it doesn't irritate her eyes.
But I don't want to. I'm scared. What if I see something that I don't want to see?
Right now, seeing nothing but pitch black and hearing the muffled sounds of the water around me, I feel peace.
I don't want to ruin it.
The moment I feel the air running out of my lungs, I push with my feet on the soft sand to return to the surface. I take a mouthful of oxygen as soon as my mouth is clear of water.
By doing this, a few drops of salt water reach my tongue and I savour the salty flavour.
It's saltier than tears. I wonder if anyone will ever cry so much that they form their own sea.
Will I ever?
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🪼☆○•🩵•○☆🪼 Author's Note
I'm so excited to publish the prologue of this book!
I have in mind a more mature storyline for this fanfiction, with more serious topics in it.
I actually put a lot of efforts into writing this chapter in a really describing way. I wanted to try making yall feel the same sensations the 11 years old Myeong is feeling.
