Girl from the Ocean

Girl from the Ocean 9

Sasha slowly opened her eyes, smiling softly at Kellan's sleeping face. She laid her lips softly against his cheek. She knew this couldn't last, knew that every second she spent next to him, brought them one second closer to being over. He'd never truly be able to be okay with her life. She knew that, but she had hope anyway, something about this boy was starting to tie her here.

"Morning." He grunted, tightening his arms around her. As he did so, she started to tug away. "Where you goin'?"

"Gettin' dressed, you don't have to get up."

"Why don't you just stay here?" He was suddenly fully awake and looking down at her.

"Staying is like poison to me, a poison that's sickly sweet. The longer I stay, the harder it is to leave, it's like every second I lay here, I'm one heartbreak closer to not making it through this. It's so easy to forget while I'm lying here wrapped in your arms, your fingers dancing through my hair. So easy to forget that this is indeed a poison, and not the antidote."

"Why does everything have to be so severe all the time?" He questioned softly.

"Because this is my life Kell. My life on the line, you give me a weakness I can't hide from or put behind walls of protection." Sasha climbed out of bed and slipped on his shirt, tugging her boots and coat on.

"You can't go outside like that Sash, you'll catch your death."

"I'm just going out for a smoke. I'll be back before you can miss me." She flashed him a crooked smile before dashing out before he could stop her. She stood on the porch watching the snow fall, lighting a cigarette. Plague, what an excellent way to describe him, she mused. He was infecting her life, spreading and taking over her thoughts, he was beginning to have sway, something she was not comfortable with. Much like this constant snow, winter had never been so desolate. Always a summergirl, she had kept a reserved exuberance for the contrast of winter. Not this year. The cold was near unbearable, the chill had lost it's beauty and that alone was cause for heartbreak. But alas, her troubles were far heftier than this torrential weather. Things that weighed on her mind like the snow weighed on this sleepy town, sometimes leaving it impassable, frigid, obstructed. Her lungs burned as she pushed as much of the glacial air in to them as she could manage. Another year had come. Leaving her dejected, crestfallen, and oh so heavyhearted. The snow would melt, the town would thaw, summer would come, winter's plague would lose its reign. But it was anyone's guess as to whether or not her personal plague would subside. She had little faith in it doing so, but of course, she thought smiling ruefully to herself, stranger things had happened. She no longer bothered to attempt at predicting Fate's erratic, whimsical desires. What would come, would come. There was no stopping it, she would face it head on, her pride demanded it of her. Taking one last hit off the cigarette, she tossed out in the piling snow before heading in to face the mess that she just kept twisting into more and more trouble.