I didn't want to get out of bed the next morning.
From the rush of everything else that was tugging at me, I still wondered about that girl in the hospital. In my dream, I had seen her again, but she wasn't cut up and broken on the shore of the beach. She was... fine. I was running and when I got to the place where I found her, she was smiling out at the ocean, standing there. Healthy. Conscious.
I knew it was a dream. That it meant nothing and that my mind was just replaying everything out of order.
I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to be okay. If she was going to get to stand on the shore and look out over the ocean again, like I had imagined her.
I hoped she would.
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Truyện NgắnBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
