The Ocean's Heart

#1 The dawn where we met

FIONA

"Miss Everly? Are you even paying head to my words?" Beatrice questioned me with a stern disbelief on her face.
Couldn't blame her though, It was partially my fault.

"About the Measure Theory , wasn't it?" an unbothered response escaped from my mouth as I continued to read the autobiography of my favourite physicist , Stephen Hawking. I usually don't read stuffs but couldn't be bothered enough to listen to Beatrice's rants about her incapability. Hence ,here we go.

"You're incorrigible Fiona and your cruelty is unmatched to any living organism in this goddamn planet. I was being so passionate about the upcoming valentine's day and all you could say was Measure Theory? I used to be an arts major. You're such a horrible friend to have around blah blah blah...." And she went on blabbering with that chatterbox mouth.

"I'm not your friend. If you're done with your rants about how you and your boyfriend out of the blue stopped sleeping together,then let me excuse myself. For I have somewhere to go" with that I paused on my reading and walked out of the house. Beatrice is my estranged cousin sister who recently seemed to move in next doors. I have never really had friends in my life so ,

I couldn't call a friend to go home to.
A home to call home too.

By the time I left Beatrice's house ,it was already dusk. Right at that moment I had two things urgent in my 'to-do-list'.

First: Buy my meds
Second: Visit my parents' grave.

I knew it was already late by the time I gazed upon the sky to find some stars.
Nevertheless, I strolled down towards the local pharmacy.

"I would like som-"

"Anti-depressant pills , hydrocortisone cream , hyaluronic acid face masks and foracort inhalers"...."Am I right Everly?"

I was slightly surprised with the fact that the cashier remembered exactly everything I ordered here previously. It's kind of obvious though.. because it's been a while since I started coming to this pharmacy.

"Thank you Uncle Greens" I threw an understanding smile at his face for being so genuinely and generously concerned about my health.
If my father was alive , he would be as old as Mr.Greens now.

"See you , old man"

The waiting line was too long in the pharmacy so it was already night when I left for the graves. Since I lived alone, there was no one to worry about my absence apart from my cat , Coco.
Given how nonchalant he is ,he would rather be sleeping while I'll be drowning myself in the sea breeze.

On the day my parents died
The wind was light , and the waves cried
On the day my parents died
Three died ,only two were buried
The other left for the void
On the day my parents died
I woke up from the dream in which i died
And buried the bodies of those who died
On the day they were buried,
I escaped earth ,and entered the void.

The graveyard , looked dull and empty whenever I visited my parents' graves. It felt like I was the only one who visited the graves ,of everyone who died.

The younger me would have freaked out if she got to know I visit graveyards frequently.
When someone you loved dearly dies, you don't think about eerie ghost stuffs. Because you love them and the grief caused by their absence makes you forget that you're in a graveyard, not in a celestial paradise where even for the very last time , you would want to see them.

Which is why the graveyards don't scare me anymore. I'm engulfed too much by grief to feel scared.

"Mom ,Dad..it's that time of the year again"

"Have you been well? I am doing fair and good ,like usual. It might be boring for you because I say this everytime when I visit"

"I am 28 years old now , and as mom wished ,I am a software developer"

"I made a name of myself, people now know Fiona Everly but what's forgotten is the existence of Hazel Everly and Arthur Everly"

"It kind of pains me when I come to realise that the only one who ever cared and still cares about you two is me , against the whole world"

"I haven't yet given up on your deaths , I will figure out the mastermind behind your forgotten corpses which remains like ebony ashes."

"I have the right to know the reason why you two were killed, even if it takes my own life"

"It's late , and I wish I could sleep here , but its too cold..and the mosquitoes won't give me some chance to rest"

"Before i go...I love you"

Grief...is love. It is also empty spaces, isolation,homes missing laughter,unwanted goodbyes, unspoken names,stolen memory and endless tears.
To me,
grief is a bleeding hand
holding a stem full of thorns
being told to focus on the rose.

I got up from the grass which became wet and mushy from my pathetic tears.
It was already dawn. The sun was about to rise
I particularly never much liked light , I was more of an owl person than that of a seagull.

"Alice?"
A masculine voice called me from behind, and I often got that everytime I visited my parents. It sounded like my father. And it's always been just hallucinations.
Yet I turned back.
But it was not a hallucination

"Who are you"

Hellooo ! : )
This is the first chapter of the story and I hope it wasn't that bad of a read for a first time. It's my first time writing a story.
I'll be editing the chapters frequently to catch errors.
Let me know if you liked it and
Thanks for reading ❤️