Seaside Moors echèk

maleah was right; mireille heaved a long sigh and finally settled alongside the other as the wind howled across the moors. she was too tired to cry and too exhausted to be angry; she simply could not fathom how this had happened, and fought the want to bend beneath the weight of her anguish.
slow breaths eventually returned mireille to herself; windswept and windchapped, she finally stood to her feet once more and glanced in sorrow at the sea.