Gray Day ∞ ashton a.u (being rewritten)

prologue

I think it was the sky.

No. I know it was.

Nearly everyone else in the state thought blue skies were the norm and the cloudy ones were just unfortunate. But that wasn't the case for us. It almost never was.

And that should have been the first sign that this town was different. The first of many that laid right beneath our noses, ignored by even the most scrutinous of us. Pacific Cove got maybe a hundred sunny days on a good year, overcast the other two hundred fifty-six.

But I made those sunny days count, etched them into my mind like ancient scribes engraved stone tablets with laws. I remembered the way the sun rippled across the water, how it split into fragments when its rays broke the surface and spun our hair into gold, like straw on a fairytale's spinning wheel. Even the water, which was cold almost all the time had eased up just a bit, enough to warm our swimming bodies pleasantly rather than crystalize them.

Yet, it wasn't even the crystal clear days that I fell in love with, when the sky was nothing but blue and not a cloud was in sight. It was the smaller moments, the in-betweens that had the biggest impact. The sky, she was cotton candy in the morning, blood orange at sunset, violet bruises blooming at dusk, bleeding into the clouds like a martyr for the heavens.

I don't know how it happened. For the longest time, I didn't even know why. But it had, and for some reason, it was always supposed to happen, stitched into the palm of my hand somewhere between my heart line and fate.

My aunt had told me that we were tied to the ocean. We moved in and crashed violently upon the shore and receded, came and went. Here and gone, but always there. With us, if one soul faded out, a new one was born. Just like the tide swept in and ebbed away.

No one ever told me we could bring the tide back.

But as I said before, I should have known. This place was different, all of the signs hidden right beneath my nose. Or more accurately, right over my head.

Everything was gray.

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well hopefully that was a lot better than the last version

since a lot of people actually liked this story and it had a decent storyline, but i couldn't read it without cringing, let's give this another shot.