Sylveonna Latrese
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Signs
I was water. He was air. On the surface, we seemed to be good for each other. There’s always calm before the storm. There are always signs, too. See, people have this idea of air. Like the wind is only a cool breeze on a sunny summer day. And people also have this idea of water. Waves gently crashing against the shore at sunrise and sunset. Caressing the sand. But nothing good comes from water and air. The calm can be deceptive. His calm was very deceiving. I was water, and he was air. At first, he felt good. Gentle. His smile was like a cool breeze on a sunny summer day. And at first, I was calm. Just like the waves gently crashing against the shore at sunset. But when he raged, so did I. He would stir me until a hurricane formed in my ocean and came ashore to destroy everything in its path. Not even the eye was calm. Sometimes it was worse. Sometimes I would hold the pain in until it erupted in seismic waves that made my waters retreat in what seemed like defeat only to rush in and cause destruction. I came with a warning, but it was too late. I only wished we had paid attention to the signs.
By Sylveonna Latrese5 years ago in Humans