Requiem

The twigs poked up at her legs and the damp leaves soaked into her jeans, but she sat on the wooded ground still. The sea stretched out on and on before her wavering eyes. Her gaze traveled out across the waves yet the horizon pushed farther up to keep her from seeing the edge. The girl watched the ocean with a thin sweater draped from her frame. She let the breeze rip through her as it pushed up the hill, to remind her she had bones and blood, not just fumes.

Puffs wafted from her circled mouth and spun in the air. This way and that they flew and then sailed into dissipation. She didn't watch the ever-moving smoke. Her eyes lay on the sea.

Please just go talk to him!

no.

I get it! You’re confused, Damn it! But stop being a pussy by letting this be you!

why?

You have meaning with him. He can help!

screw me over and break my heart more likely

Or help you! Why do you hate him!

i don’t.

You sure as hell act like it.

i just don’t know.

Well obviously!

shut up.

She rose from her soaked seat. Stepped forward to the tree next to her and hoisted her body up onto a branch and sat again. Her perch revealed the sand to her. She looked at the crashing waves as they broke again and again on the billions of grains. The wind pushed her and she let it, only holding on enough to not fall from her fragile branch.

The girl let more puffs out into the breeze. Now she watched them. They rose and fell and after a few twists faded into the clear whipping wind. They kept her thoughts for a few moments. They amused her: their short life’s conceived each as a side-effect of her living life. In and out of existence in a blimp that she would soon forget.

there’s something poetic about that.

There’s something pathetic about you!

sigh…

Go!

no.

Do you want to help yourself?

i am.

Oh, right whatever you say depressed loner.

mmmhmm.

GO!

not right now.

Get up.

shut up please, i’m trying to enjoy the views.

The trees around her swayed back and forth from the wind with increased ferocity as the moon rose higher and brighter. She pushed herself a little bit back into the folds of the tree’s arms to escape the weather’s brutal onslaught. She cupped her hands slightly around her cigarette, burning her hands slightly with the dwindling fire, but taking the scorching heat as opposed to the relentless cold.

You can’t even see! Get out of here. No one’s going to chase you down here.

maybe not.

More than maybe! You make them think you want to be alone. You’re stupid.

i think they’ll see

No. No they really really won’t!

fine then.

You don’t even fucking care about anything! You’re just here to feel pain, damn it!

whatever.

Her eyes blinked quickly. The girl’s free hand rubbed her temples loosely. She was frozen.

But she broke from the thoughts and the cold long enough to pull her way down from the tree and begin off away from the beach.

Finally! See, if you want something you have to chase it.

i’m just cold

Right, it’s always the Physical stuff that’s the problem.

you’re a bitch.

You’re one to talk!

shut up and let me think

You Are!

damn it just let it go.

Let what go?

let me go!

Fine.

fine.

She sniffled but the cold tossed away the potential tear. She pushed on through the cold and the dark. The trees had lost their shadows, everything was misty and very not-there.

just keep breathing. don’t let up.

She kept walking.

“Francesca! Hey are you still out here?”

he’s here? he came out here? wait wait wait, really? why? no no no, where is he?

“I’m over her,” the girl faintly shouted.

She walked towards his voice. Suddenly out of the darkness he stood right in front of her. She looked up at him. Her pulled her in and hugged her.

“What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”

“I was just thinking. Sorry to make you worry.”