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bachjones It had been the first proper night sleep in two months. Maybe that was the sign Bach needed, maybe he should stop believing in signs. Right now the money he had received from Daniel and the charity he had received from April were the only things keeping him tethered to life, but it was all so .. tiring. The sea was the only thing in his head and maybe he would just have to give in.
Maybe Cinderella being on the beach, paws deep in the sand, the wind tangling up her fur was a sign. Cinderella hated the beach. She hated the water even more, so why was she walking into the ocean?
Bach followed, shedding clothes on his way in. It was probably silly anyway, fearing the water. Fearing the emptiness underneath the surface. And where had Cinderella gone so quickly?
The first time he stepped into a hole and went under, there was the familiar fear. Bach slapped at the water, fighting to become free of it. When he surfaced, Cinderella was on her way back to the beach. "Stupid cat! What are you do-" A wave silenced him.
Second, third, fourth, the waves seemed to be furious with him. Maybe women waves, Bach thought with a smile. I always make them angry. But the water wasn't so bad, the pain not so much. Someone would just have to take care of Cinderel-
Something instead him tore and Bach screamed, his words caught in the bubbles screaming in.
Maybe Cinderella being on the beach, paws deep in the sand, the wind tangling up her fur was a sign. Cinderella hated the beach. She hated the water even more, so why was she walking into the ocean?
Bach followed, shedding clothes on his way in. It was probably silly anyway, fearing the water. Fearing the emptiness underneath the surface. And where had Cinderella gone so quickly?
The first time he stepped into a hole and went under, there was the familiar fear. Bach slapped at the water, fighting to become free of it. When he surfaced, Cinderella was on her way back to the beach. "Stupid cat! What are you do-" A wave silenced him.
Second, third, fourth, the waves seemed to be furious with him. Maybe women waves, Bach thought with a smile. I always make them angry. But the water wasn't so bad, the pain not so much. Someone would just have to take care of Cinderel-
Something instead him tore and Bach screamed, his words caught in the bubbles screaming in.
