The ocean swallows her ankles, slowly devouring her. She feels the start of something bigger taking over. In that immense pain, she feels for the first time like she’s a part of something. One again her wrists burned the fire and the ice rushing through her body. The rope cut through several layers of skin, and was now working its way through her raw flesh to her bone. Tears rolled and accelerated down her cheeks, her head bowed in silent submission. The water had now risen to her knees, sending cold ice up throughout her body, freezing of her timid nature, freezing out her thoughts.
Even with all these factors, the pain inside of her, pounding against her chest, weren’t compatible. The cause of these tears, where not the bloody wrists, sending vein like arms out around in the water around her, being shipped out through the ocean. Not the cold numbness. It was that pain, clinging to what once had been her heart.
Badump. Badump. Badump.
Never mind that useless thing now; it hadn’t exactly rescued her from this evil game, now had it? See; let’s say she actually got free, let’s say these ropes suddenly opened. She wouldn’t be able to climb the rocks anyways; she would either fall towards her death or get pushed down again. The water was now at her mid thighs.
Witches had been burned before.
Love had been forbidden.
Her love was forbidden.
Apples, the forbidden fruit. It was impossible to resist, was it not?
And it was her own choice to love this girl, was it not?
So the tears kept on falling, the thoughts of her never dying love rolling, and the water slowly devouring ever little piece that was left of her, lift her up towards the heavens and swirl her out to a better place.
