saltwater;;

[Katie]

and all i can taste is this moment,
all i can breathe is your life.
and sooner or later it's over,
i just don't wanna miss you tonight.

Her fingers laced around one another, the nails scraping fragile skin. Her mouth was dry, lips pale and glued together, face somber and still. Her feet trudged lifelessly through the sand, hands rubbing together between her to keep the limbs warm. Her eyes were empty. Her body was frail. Here she was.

How long had it been since she walked the beach? How long since she felt the grains of rock blow in the breeze and shatter against bare skin, stinging and burning? She didn't recall her last visit to the coast, couldn't remember the last time she'd dove into the ocean so free of worries. Where it once seemed like she could swim forever, cleanse herself of all her fears, now the sea looked just desolate and saddened, and it made her sick to think she'd lost that much hope.
Wearing the faded blue-jeans she so commonly fashioned, Katie trailed the coastline in desperation. Long ago it had given her the answers to everything, or at least a place to get away, and now she begged it for a way to go back to those times. Something about the sandy beaches could revive her most days, whether it be with saltwater waves like here or the lakes back home, lapping against the rocks in the wind. Either way, they were the same, and they sent her the same comfort everytime she visited. But not today. Today they didn't help, and today, besides the precious minutes she'd been walking this sand, she still felt as deathly as she did when she stepped out.
Approaching the water's edge, she bent ever so carefully, her blank black t-shirt wrinkling with her movements, to untie the flat black chucks. They slid off without effort, already worn out from the numerous times she wore them. Sporting no socks, her barefeet found the water without thought and she gasped from the cold temperature of it.
Katie wished so badly. She wanted more than anything, anything in the world right now, company. She craved a conversation with her deseased grandmother, but there was no way she'd ever speak with her again. Wondering what ever had happened to Lily, her companion of so many years, she could almost cry wanting to see her again. But most of all, she wanted Raeghan. The woman who had been there for her hardest times, even when Katie couldn't be there for her. But still, another friend had been lost over time and she had no idea what had become of Rae or her life. And she was alone.

Staring at the open water, Katie sighed openly. Another start, another city, but who's to say this would be any different than the past attempts? Her zest for life was run low, and she couldn't think of anything to save it, though it was exactly what she needed back.

[makla.]

clip-clop; the sound of daggers against the blacktop road, and a small figure gracefully riding a bay tovero- makla and toronto. it was her blonde hair flying around, and his frame moving at a slow canter.

the bay was something which was meant for good times and bad. you could either run away if something happened, say run into the water when the person next to you feared it or you could lay together in the sand and watch stars. whatever it was, the bay was a spot to come into mind first- one makla's. fr sometime, makla's mind took off and it flew into the sky- back to the day where she was born, no she didn't remember what her mother looked like nor did she have a picture but makla imagined, and tried to picture what her mother looked like. was she tall? or maybe small, to come along with makla's height and weight.

toronto's frame came sliding to a hault as the sand came to his daggers. the sound of daggers stopped and only the sound of the wind and the waves was heard. makla noticed another preson down by the water, hmm it looked to be a girl and someone she never met before. damnit. why couldn't makla be alone, so her small figure could swim in the ocean. toronto walked slowly on the right side of the beach towards the water, and away from the girl- strangers to him wasn't much of a help, makla was weak and if toronto freaked makla was destined to fall off. makla held the reins tightly til toronto's frame entered the wake of the waves, and makla slipped off. her white flowing skirt flew around and the water came up to her ankles. toronto tried to turn but her hands held his reins and she glanced over towards where that girl was.

[Katie]

Sometimes you wish you could close your eyes and all your problems would disappear. That you would go to bed one night and the next morning all your troubles would be solved. Sometimes you pray that there is an answer to your questions, even when you know there isn't.
Then sometimes you lie awake in bed because you know there isn't a solution like that. But for some reason, you can't help but hope for it. That is what she did, right now, staring at the bay's tide.
Running the shoelaces against her palm, she knotted them together tightly so she could carry the converse easily with one hand. Her attention was so absorbed in the setting sun, bronze tint reflecting elegantly against the mirror-like waters, that she never heard the horse approach. Then again, maybe that was just the rippling tide's rushing in and out in a steady beat.
Yet it wasn't the surprise of seeing the equestrian in the ocean that shocked her. Instead it was a distant memory forced forward and locked now in her mind. The image of a girl so much like this one, riding horseback on the sands, almost identical to what she saw now. In fact, the closeness in the pictures took her aback and she stepped backwards, almost tripping over herself. Then she gulped, poised herself, and stood up straight again. Just because the scene was so familiar didn't mean it was significant.

Katie's lean legs swayed to and fro in the shallow water, slowly inching her way toward the creature and the girl who rode it so gracefully, seemingly unintentional. Her brown locks were wet with mist, a few of them having fallen from her elastic hair-band, and then flew wildly in the wind. Occasionally, she stole a glance at this girl, but the closer she got the more astounded she was. All she could think of was one thing; a fragile figure, blonde hair, with two huge dogs, and the first day she met her at that boarding school; Raeghan.

[makla.]

the waves crashed against the pillars, and skinny figured girl. makla could with stand the power of a wave, but she did side step alittle, and Toronto followed after her. Hands clipped his halter off, and Toronto's frame moved into the bay, but not to far. The water cooled him off easily, but Makla on the other hand was freezing. The hoodie snug around her body loosly, and The skirt just kept the cold air circulating- Good idea makla.

silence; makla's feet brisked the sand below her, and she felt a small creatue crawl over them. a small squeal heard from her, a slight yell and quickly her figure bolted out of the water like that. water splashing everywhere, and her heart rate began to rise once again. what was that? her hand covered her heart and she noticed Toronto's figure standing beside her, He was dripping wet but a nudge to her shoulder and it was okay. ehh make a fool out of yourself, go on makla. her eyes caught the other figure on the beach watching her.

who is that?

makla grabbed Toronto's halter and clipped the lead rope on it, was she walking closer or was it makla going paranoid again? a woman couldn't hurt her, only men. Makla's hand rubbed the horse's neck and she stayed close to him- The only difference from her mother, Makla didn't own dogs.

raeghan; a splitting image was makla, the skin and the bone, the blonde hair- and the attitude, luckily makla didn't end up going suicidal like her mother and wanting to end her life, but she was ending her life another way- Anorexia, without even knowing it. the wind blew alittle, and the skirt around her legs flew up alittle, makla's hand let go of the lead rope and she grabbed her skirt and forced it down. her legs were just sticks, and she didn't want people to see them especially a stranger whom was starting to freak her