... and therefore she suffers so much more // drabble
Although her bedroom window gave a perfect view of the ocean, it wasn’t easy for Nerissa to figure out how exactly to get to the beach. Another person would have probably tried asking around for directions, maybe invite someone to come along --- but of course, she would never do such a thing, especially with so many family members around. Still, after a considerable amount of nights since her arrival, the redhead decided to trust her instincts and a map she had found one or two days ago during an afternoon in the library. It wasn’t too long of a walk --- in fact, it was decently shorter than what Nerissa had envisioned, and her delicate feet were thankful for that. It surprised her how even though it was much too late at night, perhaps nearing the 2AM mark, the darkness of the night didn’t frighten her whatsoever, probably because of how bright the moon was, or maybe due to the lights coming from the village nearby. Whatever it was that lit up the way, she definitely appreciated it.
Upon reaching the shore, her first instinct was to remove the pair of shoes that kept her toes from touching the sand. Needless to say the familiar feeling brought a comfort she hadn’t felt ever since she left Monaco; in fact, this moment might be the closest she’s felt from home thus far --- walking alone by the sea, late at night, when everyone else had probably gone to bed. The weather wasn’t quite favorable, as the beach is always colder at night, but it didn’t bother the barefoot girl at all, and so she walked and walked until finding what Nerissa considered to be good enough of to stay at.
Eventually, she sat down on the sand, shoes placed right beside her body and legs brought up to her torso with arms wrapped around them, her chin resting on top of both knees. Her eyes, once so powerful and fiery, now carried a serene gaze as she watched the lazy waves come and go. A part of Nerissa wondered just how cold the water was, how different the temperature was if compared to how it’d been during daytime, but it would stay merely a thought, as it always did. Maybe as it always would.
As she continued to watch the ocean, a few thoughts crossed her mind. She thought of her family, Skipper in particular, and how she was probably the person who had disappointed him the most in his whole life. She thought about Melody too, how she had it easier than the youngest ever would, and the fact that she had probably figured out the way to the beach long before Nerissa herself --- maybe Tobias did too, with one of his friends, but neither was a surprise. Especially her sister’s case. She thought about Marilyn, and chuckled at how not even a change of scenery could make the blonde crave any less attention. She wondered what they would think if they saw her right now.
A few more people came to mind after her relatives. Victoria and how they’d agreed on going shopping at the village was one of the first thoughts to pop up in her head, which made her smile a bit. It was nice to have a friend, or something close to that. She then thought about Noah, and how they seemed to have more in common than anyone she’d ever met, as well how she enjoyed his company. She wondered if he’d been reading the book she suggested, and if he liked it --- no, of course he’d like it, and the way she silently corrected her train of thought made Nerissa laugh to herself. Eventually, after a couple more figures crossed her mind, the smile on her lips faltered, and what became a rather serious expression escalated to teary eyes that refused to look anywhere but the water. She wouldn’t cry, nor would allow herself to.
For if Nerissa started to cry, maybe she would never stop.
