All of the voices inside of my mind will never be silenced
There are fractures in her heart that hadn’t been there before. At times she barely notices them. On the days when she can lose herself in the beauty of the world and timelessness of existence, she can almost pretend they had never happened. But every time she gazes at the perfectly sculpted, ice-cold visage of her son, they throb anew.And in those moments, she wonders how she might have changed it. What it is she could have done differently to warm the ice in her son’s heart and the indifference in his father’s. Perhaps there is nothing she could have done, but the part of her that remains so sweetly naive and optimistic refuses to believe it.
Or perhaps she has merely become a masochist.
The water is her salvation. Once it had been her torment, but somehow, it has now become the very opposite. It has been so long since she has dived deep to forget the troubles of the world in the silent perfection of the deep, but each day the temptation to do so grows greater and greater.
So she does not dare stray too close to the ocean’s edge. Instead she confines herself to the murkier washes of the river, attempting to resist temptation and instead forget her troubles in the burbling of the rocky rapids. And it is here that she finds herself staring at an apparition as it rises from the water. He is too large to have approached unseen, and yet he had.
For a moment, Persea can only blink, eyes following the trails of liquid sluicing from his skin. Then she shifts, quickly averting her gaze as water swishes around her legs, disturbed by her sudden movement. Clearing her throat as she realizes how rudely she’d been staring, she offers a faint greeting. “Hello.” She attempts a smile, but it wobbles on her lips. “You… startled me.” Pause. “Did you… swim here?”
until I can find a way to let go of what we left behind
persea
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