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The water is a clear blue and whisper soft as it flows up against the dam designed to control it. Life drones on not far away, but things are peaceful and quiet, at least for now.
Dark blue eyes watch birds fly lazily over the water, sometimes diving down to drink or attempt to snag unlucky fish that get too close to the surface. Aya tilts her head and release a breath, suddenly feeling cold.
She had grown up here for the past twenty-five years, watching modernization and change take over the island. Now, with progress looming, she can't help but wonder. Wonder what will happen to the birds and the water, and the peace.
Kotlin Island has always been her home, and always would be, but the more time passes, the more restless she feels. She barely recognizes her own home somedays and it leaves her feeling listless and disconnected.
Stepping closer to the edge and peering down at her reflection, she tries to find something familiar. Her shoulder-length black hair, her intense gaze, her slim body and pale skin... Nothing makes her feel better and she digs her nails into her palms, feeling a prickling pain that's deeper than just the physical.
"I need a change," she murmurs. "Things can't continue on this way..." This thought, spoken aloud, gives her something to focus on, cling to as she considers the next stage of her life.
Dark blue eyes watch birds fly lazily over the water, sometimes diving down to drink or attempt to snag unlucky fish that get too close to the surface. Aya tilts her head and release a breath, suddenly feeling cold.
She had grown up here for the past twenty-five years, watching modernization and change take over the island. Now, with progress looming, she can't help but wonder. Wonder what will happen to the birds and the water, and the peace.
Kotlin Island has always been her home, and always would be, but the more time passes, the more restless she feels. She barely recognizes her own home somedays and it leaves her feeling listless and disconnected.
Stepping closer to the edge and peering down at her reflection, she tries to find something familiar. Her shoulder-length black hair, her intense gaze, her slim body and pale skin... Nothing makes her feel better and she digs her nails into her palms, feeling a prickling pain that's deeper than just the physical.
"I need a change," she murmurs. "Things can't continue on this way..." This thought, spoken aloud, gives her something to focus on, cling to as she considers the next stage of her life.
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