water isn't blue. water is a translucent reflection given off by an object above them, rippled into odd sections that always seem to draw the attention of a bypasser.
though she wasn't just a bypasser.
she was the holder of a shattered heart and ruptured lungs, a face of smeared mascara and emptied tear sacs, proceeding to stare down at the lake that appeared to be almost as upset as she, angrily cutting the moon into several different slices.
she almost choked when he said hello, jumping out of her skin and attempting to envelope herself in a sense of calm to appear as though she were just like every other human being.
"hi," she mumbled, her face angled away from him.
