Waiting by the Wall
The sky was clear and blue and otherwise utterly unflawed – a perfect antithesis to the state of her soul, which felt cloudy and grey and weighted with words from the past.
She sat on edge of the crumbling stone wall, staring out at an ocean that reflected the perfect unadulterated vision of the sky. She sighed because, frankly, it was not supposed to be like this. She was not supposed to be the one who was waiting.
She was not supposed to be the one who was alone.