When Lightning Meets Water

By Aislin Oriel

A bright flash,

trouble,

clash;

Then came the rain.

Friends fight,

To hide from sight,

What they can't explain . . .

Part I – The Ocean

If anything could be said about this girl, she was persistent. Persistent in her stubbornness, stubborn in her continuous denial, betrayal of promises to herself, and sudden admittances. This pattern was constant if not short of perfectly reliable. Though to her, these things came as completely erratic and uncontrollable.

Well, she was practically as shifty as water - changing her directives in sudden waves - either exploring or escaping. And as if she'd let herself be caught exploring.

And yet, though she was like a cold tidal wave, at times she was as fiery in spirit – warm, caring, and even flaring in her temper. No, it was not unusual for her to get angry. Especially if she was accused of escaping. Yes, though she wouldn't be caught exploring, she wouldn't admit to a retreat. It would be just as bad as being seen vulnerable. Especially to him.

She'd even thought that she might've been able to change from that flighty, extremely defensive, offbeat tomboy that she'd assimilated at age 11. That maybe taking care of old responsibilities would help her be more confident, even half as confident as her flaky sisters. That that containment would help her grow into what she wished she could be. But going back to where she ran from proved no such luck, for she was still that same mess at age 18. If not more so.

Only now, she covered it up so much better. Turn down the temperature.