For a moment, I just stand there, staring at her perfect face, the one I’ve taken such care to remove the pain of the past from. She is carefree and unbidden by things she cannot control, things none of us can control, and I only wish I had the power to realy grant her that gift in life. Slowly, I turn toward the ocean, aware that in a few hours the tide wil inch higher and higher on the shore until it washes up at my design, eventualy eroding it away. Turning and trudging back toward the house, I tel myself it’s al right; no matter what tide seeks to destroy it, I know it can’t. The best parts of Skye are stil locked inside my heart where I protect her. One last glance, and I smile at her beauty.
Once at the house, I fal back across the bed, exhaustion reaching for me yet again. I knew it would. I kick off my shoes and slide under the covers to welcome unconsciousness. The last thing I remember is wondering what time Skye wil arrive and whether I wil be conscious by then.
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Maria Rachel Hooley, October Breezes
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