The day was cold and cloudy. There was a light, chilly breeze every now and then and the waves seemed to crash nicely on what rocks were nearby. To Rio, it was a nice day to sit on the beach. She reclined on the sand with her Optime legs stretched out in front of her and her arms and hands holding her up. She was just far enough away to not let the waves reach her, even if there was an occasional big one reaching in a little closer on shore. This was one of few days that she actually left the Anathema grounds. She was too nervous to leave often. She loved the safety that her mother’s lands let her feel, but then again her dread to leave was stupid. The one she feared, her brother, was dead. He was long gone and wouldn’t be coming back to do anything to her ever again, unless it was in a dream.
Rio stared out into the waves, keeping her mind on pending issues and her thoughts. The breeze blew in her face, bringing the smell of sea salt and the moistness of the water to her nostrils. She squinted slightly, not wanting stray sand and particles to blow in her eyes. The weather wasn’t cold enough to freeze the ocean, but then she wondered. Could the ocean ever freeze? What, with all its movement? Where would the waves go if they couldn’t crash onto the shore? Such thoughts kept her brain busy and her mind off of other things like those around her.
She wasn’t worried about who would come because very rarely did someone vile come. The Souls’ lands were full of different characters and creatures, and rarely did one come across someone who wasn’t all there. Though, she didn’t doubt that there were those kinds out there; she just wasn’t worried about one coming across her on the beach today. The waves felt like they were pulling at her mind, pulling it away from reality. She found herself thinking about Harlowe, good times though. The good times before insanity tugged at his mind. Well, insanity might have tugged at his mind always, but she never noticed. She loved her brother no matter what he had done, except the thing he had done to her. Somehow she still felt some twinge of hurt that he was dead, though. She wished she could’ve had the chance to go back to him, alive, and blame him for tainting her soul, and then he would say something to her or do something that would make it all better again.
A whimper rose in her throat, she wanted to cry for him, but the want wasn’t strong enough. She swallowed the whimper, and she could feel it reluctantly returning to the depths of her soul. Maybe one day she would let it out, but not now. Not yet. She felt for her brother, but not dearly. She couldn’t forgive him yet, and she knew it was something she would have to do eventually, dead or alive, but she couldn’t bring herself to want it enough, yet.
She slammed the door shut on such thoughts, and put her head down. She still reclined in the same stance as she had been, just with her head hanging now and staring into her lap. She wasn’t really thinking of anything now. She tried to keep her mind away from that whole subject. She blocked out all of her emotions on the subject, and the action took so much effort and concentration away from her that she wasn’t alert with anything else. She didn’t notice the waves dying down, and she didn’t notice anyone coming her way either. She was oblivious.
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