𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

(4) just you and your anger

Bea climbed up the watchtower, the old stairs made creaking noises with each of her step.

Once she reached the top, she found Casper, standing on the terrace, looking out through the telescope.

The late afternoon sun was now setting, casting a warm, golden hue upon the surroundings.

"You wanted to see me?" Bea said, making her presence known. Casper turned away from the telescope and faced her, his expression was neutral.

"Yeah." He said, gesturing for her to come closer.

Bea walked closer, standing next to him. "What is it?"

"Take a look through the telescope." He said, gesturing towards the device. He stepped aside, allowing Bea to have a clear view through the telescope.

Bea walked toward the telescope and peered through the lenses. Her eyes widened at the view before her. "Whoa..." She breathed out softly.

Through the telescope, Bea could see the vast ocean, sparkling in the sunlight. The horizon seemed endless, and the water was calm, with just a few whitecaps occasionally breaking the surface.

Bea could also see the ships, big and small, moving through the water, their sails billowing in the wind. The view was breathtaking, and it was no wonder Casper had wanted her to see it.

She looked back at the elder man, nodding. "It's beautiful."

Casper nodded in agreement, but there was a hint of something more on his face, "It is. But that's not the only reason I called you up here, though."

Bea tilted her head, "It's not?" She said, a puzzled expression on her face.

Casper shook his head solemnly, "I'm sorry, but I can't give you permission to leave the base anymore. I know you've been going to Prim's grave every day, for three years."

Bea's expression turned slightly defensive, "Yeah... so?"

"You've been going to her grave everyday for three years, just talking to a rock. You have to let go. I understand how much you miss your little sister, but you need to move on. You know that she ain't gonna wake up, don't you?" He said.

Bea's faced hardened at his words, "Of course I know, Casper. I'm not stupid."

"Then you should also know that there's no point in going everyday anymore, no point in saying pointless things every day to a gravestone. Come on, think, kid. Your sister is. Not. Coming. Back." His voice was firm and stern, and he stared straight into her eyes.

Bea's anger flared, "No point? No point in going to her grave anymore? That's my sister, and I'll go to her grave all I damn well, please. You don't get to tell me I can't go anymore."

Casper's face twisted into a frown of concern and anger. "You've been doing it for four years, for crying out loud! At this rate, you're either gonna work yourself to death or go bloody crazy!"

"And what's it to you, old man? Why do you even care?" Bea said, her voice rising in volume. "I have every damn right to grieve! She was my baby sister. She was everything to me."

Casper's eyes softened a little at her words. "Now, wait a minute. It's not like I don't understand how you're feeling. But you gotta start accepting the truth. Your sister... is long gone."

Bea shook her head, her eyes stinging with tears. "No... No. Don't say that, alright? She's not gone, okay? She's just... asleep. She's gonna wake up one day."

"Oh, for god's sake, girl!" Casper sighed irritably, "You're being ridiculous, you know that? You sound like a little girl, believing in fairy tales. Face it, girl. She's not coming back! She's not gonna wake up! She's dead!"