Girl from the Ocean

Girl from the Ocean 18

<PRE>"Chlo...I'm going outside. Find whatever we need for tonight." Sasha softly told her friend, leaving Chloe and Kellan staring after her, as she made her way outside she could see the clouds rolling in. She could feel summer. In every breath she took. It was in her bones. The thunder stole her breath away. The sheer power of the storm left her in wonder. This was why she lived. To feel this. It wasn't for the cars, the money, the clothes. No it was far simpler than that. She lived to feel the magnitude of the constants. It would always rain. And the sun would always come out. The moon would always rise and the stars would always shine. And when nothing else was, these little truths were enough. Enough to hold her. Enough to give her faith and hope. For new beginnings and fresh starts. For the sanctity of life. Good, bad, or somewhere in between. There was some satisfaction in knowing you were actually living, not sitting on the sidelines, and not waiting for some unknown to push you into what you've always known is right. She lived for these undeniable inevitables. Because this girl had always been a daughter of Chaos, and nothing seems permanent to her all too damaged heart. But this. This was real. This was constant. The rain on her upturned face. Soaking her head to toe. The wind whipping her hair all over the place. The rumble of the thunder she could feel in her soul. The flash of the lightning that sped up her heart and made her giggle at the danger. She had never been one for cages. And she didn't intend to start living in one now. Maybe sometimes she danced on the outskirts of life, but she was always living it. She was just biding her time until the next storm came along and refreshed her heart and soul. Kellan was like her own personal thunderstorm. She made a wish. On the wind. On a star. On the moon. The rain. The leaves. On anything and everything, but little girls should be careful what they wish for, because words are far more powerful than we imagine them to be. Once you speak it it's real. She usually wishes and she gets what she wants, but it is always have, and never hold, and she's learned a thing is hardly ever worth its price. Afterall, nothing in this world is free. Fate will have her payment. But maybe, just maybe, this boy is worth her wishes. <BR><BR></PRE>