Wheeling Gull Isle the great escape

she will be back...eventually

​there was nothing for her here but lost memories and grief. she’d seemingly returned to an unfamiliar island and reunited with unknown family, though there was no order. even with everything perfectly arranged, ying could not help but feel overwhelmed. no; she did not belong here. 

not now.
not like this.

ying felt no remorse in leaving. she broke across the border without a second thought, swimming the expanse between mass and shore. she looked back once, then kept her gaze straight, avoiding the inner conflict now left behind.

her footsteps continued through the wilderness. evening became morning became evening again, and she had crossed searchable borders. anyone following her scent would soon lose her trail, and with it, their hope.