Momo didn’t know why she was out here, or what she was doing. She was collecting shells, like what she did usually, but it had slipped her mind as she trudged along. No shells had been collected today, and her distraction from her task had only gotten greater as a storm brewed. The rumbling of thunder that made her chest shudder reminded her painfully of when her mother had taken her and her sisters out in a storm to see Aunty Jo. That time was so long ago now, and she could only hold memories to it.
Maybe it was dangerous to be out here. It was so loud now. She could see lightning drop down to lick the ocean. Something told her she shouldn’t swim, so she stayed clear of the waves. But she watched. Oh, how she watched. It was hypnotising, how the lighting would flash in front of her eyes. It gave her another outlet, something to help her block out all the painful memories, all the bad thoughts.
She missed everyone, even if they were at the cove. She felt distant, like she could never quite keep up with anyone ever again. And, despite feeling so, so lonely, she knew she had done this to herself. She had gone out in the storm, to try and escape her grief. She had left everyone behind. But it seemed right. It seemed right when she left. But now her heart hurt.
Momo longed to run home, to reunite with her sister, Splash, and Una and all her friends, but something was keeping her out here. She couldn’t go home, even if there was nothing physical holding her back. In her frustration, she let out an anguished howl, almost by accident. The girl couldn’t help it. Amdist the rumbling, it all seemed too much. And she couldn’t escape it.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
Jul 01, 2018 09:27 PM
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