[Text] i miss the sea. also sister is mad at me.
[text] sorry about that — isn’t that a constant thing anyway
[text] pretty sure we all do tbh
[text] That’s the whole problem. She’s fragile. She’s pampered.
[text] and she thinks it”s our fault she has those
Sensitive subject, wasn’t it ? They were at the root of the problem, here. He was pretty sure Cal’ wouldn’t be who she is if she hadn’t suffered such trauma. Pretty awful trauma, seeing as she relived it everytime something reminded her. Something she wouldn’t allow anyone to mention, as if it would make things better. If anything, it’d bury it even deeper inside her and make it worse.
He didn’t blame her for wanting to forget and pretend that it wasn’t there.
Then again, they all had gone through trauma and she didn’t seem to care much for it. In her mind, it was probably their fault in the first place.
[text] i’ll find u
Or so he thought. He took care to tell Annie that he was leaving - while she didn’t particularly need his presence, she’d want to know that - and walked down to the beach. That was what Alexis wanted to see.. Actually, that was all there was left to see.
His brother wasn’t hard to spot. Irving gave him a small wave. Even him, the friendly, social one, wasn’t so talkative anymore. Too tired, like they all were. And the fight was only starting, the hardships not there yet.
Years ago, he could have felt the sand under his feet. Not anymore though. Even if the beach had been burning he wouldn't have been able to actually pay any attention to it. Maybe that would go away in the end, just before the whole world would kill him. Or maybe he would manage to give up before that. He had no idea. His blurred gaze barely managed to spot his older brother, even if he didn't raise his hand to salute him.
Instead of that, the boy let his backpack fell on the sand before continuing to walk toward the sea and entering it. He stopped only when the waves were crashing against his waist, almost making him fall considering how frail he was. But he felt good suddenly. Not cured but safe. Even if the feeling was hard to describe.
