Oasis

She loves the beach, her quiet oasis, a place to be herself. Tonight, she stroll along the water, feeling unlike herself. Flipping off her sandals, she soaks her feet into the sand, feeling their subtle warmth. She turn off her cellphone, sit down on the sand and wish for a sign. Anything that can tell her she's not alone. She slide her head down and dream.

The smooth sound of the ocean surrounds her. But her mind could not escape her thoughts of tonight's fight. Why did she let her emotions controlled her? She should have stayed calm. But then she could not stop. All the hatred spilled out of her, everything she thought she could forgive. One outburst led to another, then another. Eventually, he stormed out of the house.

She heard the engine of his sports car driving off as she swept up the broken dishes, a wedding gift from her in-laws. Not knowing what to do next, she stood in the kitchen window and stared out at the night sky. Her eyes refused to shed a single drop of tears, instead they stayed firm, encased in their subsiding anger. She decided to go take a walk on the beach. She needed to go outside for a change of environment.

Now alone, she knew she had to tell him. She didn't mean to forgive him that first time or the second time. It wasn't alright for him to do that to her. She won't forgive him this time.

The cold wind whisper on her bare feet. Too cold to stay out, she gather up her phone and sandals and begin her walk home and eventually to pack.


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