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Alone Again

Love was never fair, was it? Honestly, it sucked.

You wholeheartedly devote yourself to someone, you try to be there for them as much as you can, you try your best to make it work and... it just doesn't. One moment everything seems perfect and the next moments it's gone, faded away like the memories of one's childhood.

Those were the thoughts of one young skater girl as she rode on her skateboard along the shores of Echo Creek, letting the passing breeze play with the bangs of hair that hung out from underneath the helmet on her head, willing herself not to turn her skateboard around and return to the boy whose heart she'd just shattered into a thousand and one pieces. She was still thinking about him; how hurt he'd looked after she told him that it was better if they ended their relationship then and there.

It's not like she'd wanted to do it; it was the exact opposite. She cared for him deeply, which is why she did what had to be done, not only for him but also for herself. Her actions would save them both a great deal of pain.

Still, it was fun while it lasted, she thought.

Their relationship had begun as abruptly as it had ended. And boy, did she enjoy every darn second of it. There was never any tension between them nor any high expectations like with her previous boyfriends. Marco was much sweeter and she could fully relax around him. He was such a cute dork, always worrying about the silliest of things and making her feel special.

She smiled to herself; he really was a great guy, probably the best dork she'd ever date. And if giving up on him would ensure his happiness, then she couldn't complain.

Yet that didn't relieve any of the pain in her heart. It still hurt; the feeling having to let go of someone who had crept their way into your heart and was still consuming your thoughts. Marco wasn't just some random raindrop in the ocean she could just forget about.

As she rode her skateboard along the coastline, Jackie noticed how crystal clear and calm the waters were. Were it so during the daytime, she could probably see all the way to the very bottom of the ocean.

She loved the ocean.

Sometimes she had vivid dreams of becoming a siren and swimming away, leaving her old life and all of her worries and troubled behind and exploring the vastness of the oceans, never to be seen or heard from again. Sure, she could never skateboard again, but that would be a small price to pay in exchange for a life so amazing. But she would just have to be satisfied with her mermaid-like dresses, she supposed.

Jackie's eyes widened and she looked around herself in confusion. Without realising it, she had changed her course from her house to the coastline and was now standing about three feet away from the waters, which kept slowly swaying back and forth, brushing the coast and then fleeing back into the ocean. Without any hesitation, Jackie rid herself of her helmet and her shoes, then sat down at the edge of the shoreline, hugging her knees and staring into the distance. She closed her eyes and listened to the waters.

She shivered each time the cold waves touched her feet. A light breeze picked up, sprinkling tiny particles of water into the atmosphere. Maybe that's why her cheeks were so moist all of a sudden?

"Alone again, I guess..." Jackie murmured, looking down at her feet that were being toyed with by the sea.

The sea; so beautiful, so peaceful, so still that it seemed as though the moon's reflection had been captured by the waters and was being held hostage.

But alas, that night those still waters were stirred by tiny droplets of a different kind of saline liquid, accompanied by silent hiccups that blended in with the soft ocean breeze.

FIN