Regardless of what the other would think of her explanation, the light colored female stood firm on her spot, though she held her head low and her shoulder blades slumped, she didn't feel ashamed of wanting to love the sea. She understood that she could never control the waves, that no matter how well she swimmed there would always be uncertainty and danger lurking below the waves, laced in the bubblings ripples of white that crashed against the sand, singing a melody that was both beautiful and tragic.
Again the foolish female opened her mouth, shamelessly admitting that she did not fear drowning but that she had drowned others. Outraged, Claire opened her mouth and pulled her face away as if she was being held underwater in that very instant -- though she tried to erase it, the image of the female's pistol-thin jaw pinning her under had been tattooed to her mind.
"Shut up."she pleaded with a weak snarl, she didn't want to hear anything else the girl had to say. She didn't want anything to do with her anymore, she was a monster. A monster that had crawled from the deepest pits in the ocean to make her feel miserable. Though Claire didn't have any specific religion or concrete dogma, she did believe in evil and ghosts.
"Go drown then" she hissed while trying to fight back a hot tear from rolling down her cheek. She hadn't asked for her company. With that said, the skeletal looking girl casted a last glance at the sea and at the little devil that crawled out of it. Today she might've not killed her fear of the ocean, but she had killed the fear of speaking up for herself.
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