They had been a gift, those days. She knew that now. Now that they were over. Now that she couldn’t go back, couldn’t make it right.
She was adrift. No land in sight, nothing solid to stand on. Nothing stable.
You need to see what’s right in front of you. You need to appreciate the little things. You need to find the good in every day.
She’d heard it all. She’d tried to listen. But, you don’t, do you? Or you think; I will, tomorrow. Just let me get through today.
And, then? Well, then it’s too late.
She needed to move on. She needed to learn. She needed to do all of those clichéd things that come after.
Her mind wandered. A clear, blue sky; a breeze whispering in her ears; laughter, light and young and free, enveloping her. If she just concentrated hard enough, wished hard enough, she would be able to feel the grass beneath her feet, the warmth of the sun on her skin.
She looked down at the details of the house again; spacious rooms, original features, needs modernisation, potential for development.
Solid, standing strong against the elements.
Her friends thought her mad to even consider the remote property. Her real estate agent had gently suggested other houses; mindful of his commission, but unable to find it in himself to encourage her.
But, she could feel a pull. A connection.
To this house by the sea.
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