The car rattled down a rocky road, nearing the coast, where the spray of ocean and smell of the Massachusetts beach brought all my senses back. I had fallen asleep, but woken up in time
to be prepared to boat to the island.
Beechwood Island held many memories; it held mixed memories. I had felt for the longest time that they were pleasant, in the way that you tried to look past their flaws, tried to be ignorant to them. In the way you tell yourself that nothing is wrong, but the injustices are clear.
My brain was being punched over and over and over from every direction. It twisted around in my skull, folding over itself, to stop the pain I felt in my heart.
Gat, Johnny, Mirren, and even the dogs were waiting for me. I knew that they'd be there, the dogs' soft fur glowing in the warm sunlight mouths curled in dog-smiles. The other Liars would greet me with hugs and we'd skip rocks over by the boathouse when the sun slithered across the horizon, turning the sky bright shades of yellow and pink.
Then everyone would gather in for dinner at Clairmont, a luxurious meal perfectly prepared as conversation filled every single corner of the house.
That is the way it should be.
Maybe we'd have a bonfire.
Or a sailboat ride.
Mummy called me to the boat. I stepped; one foot landed, then the next followed. I was truly almost to the Island.
The ocean mist delicately grazed my fingers and palm as I leaned one hand by the water. The island grew and grew in size, until it was palpably real as the boat docked.
The regret and pain sunk into me like a knife.
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