From the Inside

by fiesa

Quite the usual mess. Just of the internal sort. Jaina, Jag – two missiles on collision course. Take cover and prepare for impact. Fifty 100-word drabbles.

40. Sky

40 – Sky

Blue.

It is all she can see; flawless, perfect blue sky, and Jaina just wants to let go. Giving up seems the best option when there is no strength left in her whatsoever to fight the cold water's irresistible draw.

"You're taking the easy way out," she can hear Jag saying, and she wants to scream at him that please, when has she ever done that, and who the hell is he daring to tell her what to do-

Suddenly, she hates the perfection of endlessness from the bottom of her tired, broken heart. But she does not stop fighting.