A tear rippled the image reflected on the small puddle that had former on the beach's floor, it had been probably been made by a large animal's paw, was it another monster's pawprint? Was it a real monster this time?, she wondered as she watched the waves on the water's surface bend and distort the featured of her face until only an unrecognizable blur of beige and white swirled across the surface.
She pulled her face away as another tear threatened to slip from her eye. Why was it that the sea made her cry? Why did the brusque crash of the waves against the sand cause her heart to wilt? Why couldn't it be soothing or placid for her to listen to the sea's gurling?
Why couldn't she be friends with the ocean?
Their relationship had been broken the second the harsh hands of the waves tried to pull her head underwater. It had happened about a week ago, she had dipped her body into the sea's mouth to cleanse her fur from all the accumulated filth with the salty water, but just as she tried to get the water to caress the top of her back, a vicious wave had wrapped itself against her neck, plunging her under the water and entering her nostrils with a fiery burn.
She had almost died that afternoon. She had barely managed to crawk out of the water, her coat heavy and her eyes stinging. She had not felt better until every content of her stomach had been spewed over the sand.
Was she always meant to be so hollow?
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