She laughs again, and falls back into the water, letting it wash over her head. The pins in her hair fall out and she doesn't care. It's warm and it feels like -- yeah, she'll go there. It feels like Heaven.
She lets herself go weightless, backstroking out into a bit deeper water, not too far from the shore. The sky is a colour blue she's only read about or seen in magazines. There are a few birds in the sky, and from here, she can see the tops of the palm trees, heads nodding in the breeze.
She doesn't have to struggle here. There's no white clown, no mad man and his roses, no shallow grave to find. The man whose ghost she helped is not far away from her; she can hear him splashing as he approaches. Molly is somewhere safe, with Evan no doubt. And it'll be hard for her, but she'll get through. She's strong, her Mols.
And she's strong, too. She may be dead, but that really doesn't seem to matter at this moment.
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She lets herself go weightless, backstroking out into a bit deeper water, not too far from the shore. The sky is a colour blue she's only read about or seen in magazines. There are a few birds in the sky, and from here, she can see the tops of the palm trees, heads nodding in the breeze.
She doesn't have to struggle here. There's no white clown, no mad man and his roses, no shallow grave to find. The man whose ghost she helped is not far away from her; she can hear him splashing as he approaches. Molly is somewhere safe, with Evan no doubt. And it'll be hard for her, but she'll get through. She's strong, her Mols.
And she's strong, too. She may be dead, but that really doesn't seem to matter at this moment.