Summer came and went. The autumn sale collection for this year has arrived in a flash. Unfortunately, there’s nothing out there that can cover the freckles on her face.
Over the break, she, too, grew quiet. Every single day, she kept writing on quixotic endings to the story of her life, planning every age of her chapters, obsessed about the smallest stuff.
She used to glide, and now she skulks. Watching her from afar, everybody was cooing over how she eventually became this way.
Yes, she was once one of those popular girls in school. Boys bedazzled by her nonsensical jokes, her quirky speech. Also pretty much just the way she looks – au natural.
Then again her facetious nature has always caused a certain misfire deep within her. She can never understand why humor has its own conflicts – does it hide whatever that is real, or does it exist only to impress the people around her? Is she really the way she says she is? Oh, what is wrong with me! She exclaims just by the thought it.
Over the summer she spent days at a far-off beach called the Deep Oceans. There she imprisoned herself with solitary moments, tanning under the sun, getting away from the city.
Her fair skin was burning under the scorching sun.
Those hours lying under her own back and wearing hideous sunglasses got her the time to put out her thoughts into words.
It’s funny how solitude takes a turn on her behaviors. How can she not notice? All she sees were dead sea turtles and the vapid ocean from an oil spill not so long ago.
Of course, behind those smokey eyeshadow and dark sunglasses, she couldn’t see that there’s a pink dolphin leaping towards the setting sun.
Now, whenever she recalls the ocean, she sees no horizon. It’s sad to leave things this open-ended.
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