The wind carried the silence of the graves behind you to your | Sam Scribbles
The wind carried the silence of the graves behind you to your ears, as you stood on the edge of your escape cliff. Your gaze embraced the rumbling waves beneath you, and they replied with faint splashes on your cheeks.
The clouds of the night mimicked the conundrums in your mind with a roaring thunder, and it was not long before the sky opened its doors to heavy rain.
So heavy, just like your eyelids. It caught up, the weight of everything caught up to you. Lethargy joined hands with the water droplets to make a bed out of your eyelashes, so heavy. Wouldn't it be more polite to greet mother ocean up close?
But, but, if you fell asleep now, if you fell now…
Oh no, you couldn't stop it, your knees shivered, and your consciousness waved you goodbye. As if your body decided to ride the gravity train without your consent. A fear of plummeting washed over you,
But…
You didn't fall. Why? You didn't have strength to stand, nor enough thoughts. So why wouldn't you fall?
Your closed eyes couldn't see the answer, your numb limbs couldn't feel it either. But your ears caught a faint whisper,
"It's alright."
Like a single firefly in the deepest cave of the forest, you heard it. So you forced your eyes open, but the blurry rain curtain wouldn't let you see more than one serene smile.
It's her, your petite guardian.
"You can rest now," she assured.
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