Out of all of the dreams she had… This was by far the worst. They were laughing. Having fun. Why was that cliff there? Was it a dream at all? A plan? An “accident?” She’d always been afraid of falling. Afraid of losing control. Afraid of the ocean. All of them were there. If Ochre had planned it… Why? None of it seemed real. It /couldn’t/ be real. But she knew it was. — Yes, the rocks sat on the bottom. Yes, they were very sharp. Yes, she let the ocean take her. No. Ochre did not come for her. No. Ochre had not been her friend. No. Sunny wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay. — /she stares down at the shell Ochreserenity had given her, the one that looked like a wing/ Well, If the wing shattered and snapped.
