Final Tear
The night's teary eye glistened as the crescent moon. The darkness that was the cheek held many motionless drops. As if by coincidence, a shooting star rocketed across the night sky, a final tear.
The swift coldness was the nighttime's breath. The calm crashing of the waves was safeness, familiarity returning. Low caws of seagulls were inexplicable blitheness returning. The cold sand beneath was the tread of life. Life's path. The only course to follow, reinstated.
The sparkle from mysterious light, an awakening.
The reddening of the horizon brought forth a new day, and Marissa didn't have to cry anymore.
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