(Hm, not sure about this ficlet.. Interesting song though, never heard of that artist)
Her feet had gotten wet when her sisters and father died.
She had soaked herself to the bone, but in retrospect, her toes had only just dipped into the coming flood of grief.
Losing her mother had been different. A wave she could see forming in the distance, but like any fool on the beach; she was completely incapable of knowing when it would break. The hope of new treatments, the possibility of remission, being the last piece of her family she had left..
She had turned her back at the wrong moment, and been forced to her knees by the force of her loss. Swept out to sea as she struggled to regain her feet.
When the priests had spoken of the Gods having a reason for the deaths of those she loved, she had felt bitter. Death had no reason. The gods weren't making a statement, the universe was just moving forward.
Standing at the end of the world and witnessing the flood of grief from those around her, she tried not to think that maybe her family's death had served a purpose. She did not want to believe she had been set up for this, that no matter her coarse she would have been put in charge of these drowning refugees.
Yet Laura couldn't ignore that she knew the pattern to this tide, could assist in keeping others afloat.
You could only had to ride it out, and expect to get wet.
Her feet had gotten wet when her sisters and father died.
She had soaked herself to the bone, but in retrospect, her toes had only just dipped into the coming flood of grief.
Losing her mother had been different. A wave she could see forming in the distance, but like any fool on the beach; she was completely incapable of knowing when it would break. The hope of new treatments, the possibility of remission, being the last piece of her family she had left..
She had turned her back at the wrong moment, and been forced to her knees by the force of her loss. Swept out to sea as she struggled to regain her feet.
When the priests had spoken of the Gods having a reason for the deaths of those she loved, she had felt bitter. Death had no reason. The gods weren't making a statement, the universe was just moving forward.
Standing at the end of the world and witnessing the flood of grief from those around her, she tried not to think that maybe her family's death had served a purpose. She did not want to believe she had been set up for this, that no matter her coarse she would have been put in charge of these drowning refugees.
Yet Laura couldn't ignore that she knew the pattern to this tide, could assist in keeping others afloat.
You could only had to ride it out, and expect to get wet.
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