This is a little 221B that I wrote from Micah's perspective from Pantomime. I know it's the wrong fandom but it's a really fun way to write. I hope you like it!
Wet sand scrunches under my bare feet and I dig my toes down into the gloopy salt water. It's cold but I don't want to go back yet. I stare out at the ocean and let my mind wander. The reality of being physically bound to this world is overwhelming to me. I'm pulled by the surf, pushed by the breeze. I'm in this world. I'm a pulsing part of it. And for the first time in my whole life, I can love myself a little bit. Just enough to believe that I am alright. That leaving wasn't a crazy decision. That I've made this life, this strange new chapter. Perhaps these people could grow to be a family of sorts. And one day maybe they might know my secret and it won't matter. A flash of memory rushes into me out of the void, my father agreeing to my mother's arrangements. The gut-wrenching hurt. My brother's worried eyes. I take a long drag of cold salty air and pull myself together - concentrating again on the sand between my toes. Grounding myself. I hear the shouts and laughter coming from the camp further up the beach. And I think that if I were my friend, I would tell myself that I was proud of me and that I was brave.
