Running Away-Travlyn

Epilouge

Katelyn's POV:

I envisioned in my head, Travis, wounded and bloodied, calling out to me, until I realized that was impossible. His memory was erased. Maybe it was the Travis in my subconscious. Maybe, maybe it was the traitorous feelings my heart still kept. The feelings that had led to all of this. Love. How reckless and immature.

The sound of waves crashing against wood. Such a familiar sound. The lull of the waves rocking me. The vast ocean. Something I once associated with freedom. My bare skin touched cold metal. A cell. A prison. I had been stripped down, all my weapons and everything valuable I had was taken. My stomach grumbled. My brain didn't care. How many days had it been since I had eaten? How much time had passed? I rolled over in what little space I had, still not bothering to open my eyes. My hand fell limp on to something bumpy. I forced my stinging eyes open and my gaze landed on a small parcel. In it were two things. The sakura blossom he gave to me, still alive and thriving somehow, and the small box he never had the chance to give to me. He must have shoved it in my pocket or something, I thought.
I opened the box and found a rose gold ring inside. A pink gem adorned it, cut in the shape of a sakura flower.

Sakura.
(Cue music)

I looked around my cell, surveying my surroundings and found that my clothes were not just taken away, but they were ripped off. I was covered in dirt, blood...it didn't take me long to realize what had happened, especially since there were not any other females here. A chill went down my spine as the realization finally dawned on me. Thankfully, I don't remember any of it. There was a bowl of water in the corner of the small cell, for me to drink, I assumed, but it looked like it came from either the urine bucket or the ocean. Nonetheless, I cleaned myself the best I could. I took the cleanest strips of clothing and made some coverings for myself.
My strength was gone, and I had lost a lot of weight due to not eating. I glanced at the sakura blossom in my hand, the clean bright petals mocking my dirty hands and body. The sakura blossom, still living. A symbol of love. Love. So hopeless yet hopeful.
I closed my eyes and curled up in a ball on the floor, trying to conserve energy and the little heat I have. The ocean continued its resilient pounding against the side of the ship as my stubborn heart beat alongside it. The constant ocean, a mockery of my life. Nothing was the same anymore. Nothing was permanent. The vast water, a mockery of me. Of who I used to be. Of the adventure, the brightness, the hope. A mockery of the love I had just started to experience.
Love. Something constant and inconstant.