Ethereal

two - internal sparks

Ethereal - Chapter Two - Gravity

As we walk back to my house, I can feel the tears from Ocean's eyes fall to the ground. We approached my door, and as we walk in, she runs to my couch and begins bawling. Being as hospitable as I am, I offered her something to drink or eat. She, with sadness in her voice, declines the offer. 

As curious as I can be, I asked her what happened to her, that made her do the things she wanted to do. 

She explain that nothing was wrong, that things were fine, yet deep down she just felt this life wasn't meant for her. 

She felts weighed down and pressured. Her family pushed her hard to make her succeed, but she explained that they never seem to notice when they push on her too much. Yet, she keeps trying her best, all for them to be proud parents. She had told me that at times, she works so hard, but her grades begin to drop anyway, then her family starts being even more hard on her, which causes her grades to slip a little more. 

My heart goes out to Ocean. She's such a gorgeous female. She has large, pure brown eyes, and hair that looks blondish-brown. You can notice all of the strain that weighs her down, just from on good glance at her face. 

I offered her some coffee, just to give her something warm to help her sadness. She gave a small "thanks" and we fell back into a hug of silence. 

I waited a good 7 minutes before making the decision of speaking to her again. It was so awkward and I didn't want her to feel alone. 

"How about we watch a movie, yeah?" 

"Okay", she replied lightly. No smile came from her face, not even the slightest sight of excitement nor happiness had appeared from her pale face. It truly was a shame. Ocean seemed too good of a person to live her whole life being miserable, and something deep inside of me hoped I could change that. 

I flipped through the channels and didn't stop, until I came upon Aladdin, which ended up making Ocean's eyes widen just a little more than usual. I set the remote gently onto the coffee table. 

I kicked my feet up, so that my body lay flat and horizontal on the couch. 

About 45 minutes into the movie, I asked Ocean if she had wanted to go lay on my bed, for more comfort. 

She confirmed to go, and we walked to my bedroom. 

I didn't turn the light on, it was nearly 6 a.m., and the minimum sunlight was enough for our eyes to see around the room. I pulled back my comforter and sheets, and let her slide in. 

When she was comfortable, I quickly put the blanket on her, so that way her tiny, pale body wouldn't freeze. I got up to go back to the couch, but as I began walking, her voice made me freeze in place. 

"lay with me", she demanded, but it wasn't demanding at all. No, it was more of a request, a hope, and desperate call of being in need of company. 

I didn't say anything back, instead I walked back over to my bed. I let myself adjust to my regular position, which was on my back. 

She began to doze off immediately. I don't blame her one bit. She looked sleep deprived to the fullest. She looked worn out and overused. She looked like she went down to the ends of earth, was drownded under water, and pulled back up, only to be burned. 

In other words, she looked like she had went through the worse in life. 

I felt myself going into a light sleep, that is until I felt her body scoot closer to mine, and her head flopped onto my chest. 

It took another good 10 minutes of me staring at her fragile, gorgeous, goddess like self, until I was able to fall back to sleep. 

All morning long my body kept waking me up at the most random timings. Each time my eyes flew open I immediately checked on Ocean, watching her precious, soft, delicate, fragile, light, and breathtaking body.

I gently ran my fingers through her hair, just to keep her calm and at ease. Her body trembled at the slightest touch of my fingertips. Rain was gently falling, and the vibrant green leaves collected rain drops, making the trees seem as heavy as Ocean. 

It's so ironic, her name, because when you stare into her eyes, you find yourself going as deep as the ocean floor. Her mind is made up of every and all sea creatures, creating a mixture of beautiful and wild critters. 

So majestic to the point you picture astonishing mermaids floating around in her mind while she thinks, yet her mind isn't all that colorful, instead it's filled with darkness, no lighthouse to help guide her back to safety, instead the mermaids are floating in quicksand, and there's heavy weights pushing her back down to the very bottom, trapping her there, and leaving her suffocating.

I think that's what keeps me so entertained and interested. To the point I can't help but as her chest slowly rises and falls, and her hands grip onto the blankets, as if she is afraid of something coming after her. It looks so difficult for her to sleep without being scared. 

Maybe she's scared of somebody? Or is it me? Perhaps she's afraid of her own self. I guess I won't know until I ask, but I'll wait to do that some other time. 

I pull her close into my arms, and just as I did her body began to shake nonstop, and her body broke out into a million rapid shakes.