Just like the ocean needs the waves.

[Anu]

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Anu rode the tide. It was angry and violent, raging up and down propelled by the furious wind. In a second she was up, above the waters and touching the clouded but open air. In the next lightning fast moment she was under, drowning in the blank dark sea. The salt blinded her, and the water filled her lungs and threatened to drown her. Misery, anger, guilt and shame crested each wave; forming billowing foam that filled her nose and mouth the moment her head breached the surface. She was drowning again, as she walked the long and cold road back to her home. Four paws carried her light form over the hills that made the trenches, away from the death and carnage that was still burned in her mind’s eye. The male she left had taken the energy that she did know she had, and left her tired and unable to swim in the rocking ocean. She had met him, the idea was repeated over and over until each time it began to rise above the sound of her paw steps she violently crushed it. As always, she hadn’t done what she should have. He was still alive. Paws turned cold and numb from the snow and use, though they stayed diligent and carried her to the safety of the mansion. The tawny fey walked up each step, her legs dragging her body up each one. Blue eyes looked at the large door, heavy and the gateway to where she had last seen her. The thought ripped from her brain, Anu focused on it, the large planks of thick wood that constructed it, the soldered hinges, the handle that, if she had the will to shift, fingers would grasp to turn an unlock it. But she was drowning, forever drowning. 300

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