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As the waves crashed against her ankles, she felt a newfound sense of loneliness. Not inherently bad but just the realisation that she was in fact alone. Years before, this feeling was just something she felt when she was left home alone, or when nobody came to pick her up from school. But now it was different.
Her ears registered the sound of someone exhaling, and it took her a split second to process the fact that she was the cause of the sound.
The sand underneath her feet was wet and soft, easily molded. She grabbed a handful of it and watched as she quickly grew bored of it and threw it back down. It was morning, early enough that nobody was on the beach at the same time as her. No chatter around her, just the occasional noisy seagulls.
Wanting to get up, she gathered her strength to do so, but she just let her muscles relax once again.
She layed on the sand, not able to open her eyes fully because of the bright sky.
Hair untamed, not taken care of, as well as her clothes. She knew exactly how she had been walking around these days. Being perceived by other people looking like that. Yet she made no effort to tone it down.
It was one night, one sentence, one cut that hurt more than it should've. She was tired, more than ever. So she just left.
She was well aware of the fact that she had been ungrateful, she had been hard to work with, messy, emotional, hypocritical.
But she had also known that she deserved better. Deserved more care, more patience, people looking at her like she mattered. Like she wasn't just some troubled person. She had known this for a long time yet she believed in people changing, changing for her. It wasn't until some time passed that she came to term with the fact that none of that was gonna happen.
Nobody would want to accept that, and at first she didn't as well. But now she had, because there was no point in false hope. No point in the delusion she trusted more than what was right in front of her eyes.
As she thought back to everything she felt something warm making it's way down her cheek. She brought her sandy hand up to her face and wiped the tear away as gently as she could've.
She still wanted to be happy, wanted to be close to someone that wouldn't take advantage of the love she had for them. She wanted so much, but she also wanted some peace and quiet. Something that she would achieve by being alone, as much as it hurt.