The sharp sting of ocean brine dominated the wind brushing her lush, auburn curls against her caramel skin. She looked up from her drawing, her soft, seaweed green eyes surveying the ocean stretching out from the cliffs she sat on to kiss the sun sitting low on the horizon. She blinked thoughtfully, then lowered her eyes, pondering her life. She translated her thoughts into additional lines and shades in her sketchbook. More lines traversed the smooth paper, eagerly absorbing the ink she used. The permanence of the ink perfectly coincided with the permanence of the consequences her decisions created.
‘Fitting,’ she thought, smiling sadly.
A single tear rolled down her blushing cheeks onto the paper, following a line of ink and blurring the side of one of the people she unintentionally drew.
Sheba was intact, as well as David… but not Derrick.
She didn’t bother blotting the dampness, rather letting the accident dry. The creation still came from her body, unintentional or not.
She hadn’t seen Derrick in a while, almost a year had passed since their lips had touched and their voices mingled.
Her smile widened as she thought of her falcon, for that was her nickname for her…
Her smile faltered as she still wondered what he was to her.
Her pen flowed again. Under the likeness of Sheba hugging the left side of her paper lay the word, “sister”.
Under David, in between Sheba and Derrick, she found the word, “tender”.
She stared at the word under Derrick, her pen forming a balled tail as it punctured the last letter.
She paused, breathing for a moment, then looked up. The sun was lower, slowly pulling the cerulean covers over her head.
‘Mother will be worried.’ The thought floated across her mind.
Closing her sketchbook, she firmly placed it down on the bench she sat on along with her pen. Funny that the word “death” was placed under Derrick when it was David whom she thought about day and night, torturing herself with the image of her unattainable love. Perhaps Derrick was her release the way death is to an ill person, or perhaps it will kill her thinking so much about who he was to her.
She stood at that thought and meandered to the edge of the cliffs, looking down at the foam fingers reaching up for her. She took a deep breath of the crisp air. She needed a rebirth. As it was for a mother, it would be painful giving her new self life. But she knew that as she beheld her creation, life would begin again. Her old self would never leave, hovering in the background, but it was time for her new soul to blaze the pathway to a new life. She could not keep tugging at these old, painful memories like her puppy at home tugging on the leash to go out for a walk. She needed to live in the present, be confident in her future, and know she had the ability for fight for what she wanted. She would prevail.
The world tilted in such a strange fashion. Never one for acrobatics, she found it strange that she was unnerved by her flight to the sun’s blankets. Hoping to find solace in the heaven’s earthly comfort, she closed her eyes.
“I need release.”