- secluded part of the beach - thursday early morning - 6/4 -

Jun 04, 2009 07:36

'Skanky and bitchy.'

'Skanky and bitchy.'

She couldn't make the rage filter out of her, mostly because she couldn't decide who she was angrier at: Brooke for saying such a thing, whatever had made her lose her mind yesterday for affecting her so, or herself for entering into the situation in the first place. Some small part was angry at Leto for being charming and handsome and sweet, but luckily that part couldn't seem to remain angry. Perhaps because it was absolutely ridiculous.

Which was why she was at the beach, at the very spot she'd first met with Griff up to her thighs in the water, cutting the waves. The image of it would probably have disturbed more than a few religious scholars, but cutting was soothing and cutting this harmed no one. The waves ran back together behind her before returning to the sea, uncaring how they met or parted. It was cathartic if useless, as even she knew that once she stepped out of the water, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

Everything I enjoy seems to do nothing but harm.

To Robert. To Griff. To Dinah. To herself.

Was this what her mother had felt, when she'd finally found someone who cared for her? Finally found happiness, only to discover it was a lie, and that her perfect little dream was really a nightmare? Was this what had made Audrey Post, Death herself, shake and clench her teeth? And her father... She didn't even want to think about her father. Was this what it was to be a part of her family, powerful but eternally unhappy?

She threw the thought away and cut another wave. And if she felt wetness on her cheeks, tasted salt on her lip, it was most certainly just a bit of seawater.

[establishy but open if you want to be there]

beach

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