Runaway - Chapter 24

Thursday

The Pacific Ocean was colder than the Atlantic. And it didn’t smell the same at all. I couldn’t really explain it, but it was all wrong.

I was hoping standing here would give me clarity. But all it did was make me miss the beach house. Or was it Miller I missed? It was both. It was definitely both.

The more days that passed, the more I realized that I kind of loved the cage my father had put me in.

I loved my routine there. I loved running on the beach with Miller and the lazy days swimming in the ocean.

I loved reading next to him, sprawled out on the couch.

And I loved dancing with him as we cooked. I loved my cage.

And I didn’t know what that said about me.

I needed to figure out how to be happy without being in isolation.

I wasn’t really sure I knew how to be happy on my own.

I needed to learn what it meant to be…me. Because I wasn’t dead. I was here, breathing, staring at an ocean I hated.

But it was still the beach. I’d loved being at the beach with Miller. I needed to see if I liked it on my own just as much. I needed to figure out my shit.

I sat down in the sand and stared at the crashing waves in the distance.

I needed clarity.

But right now everything just hurt.

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