It's a beautiful day outside with the sun shining brightly and the occasional fluffs of clouds drifting by to give momentary shielding from the sun's warm beams. In fact, these were the days that had the most picnic goers present at the park, either with their family or their significant other. Kites were flown in the areas with plenty of clear space. Of course, there were others who were on their devices as well, under the shade of a tree. Some would say the latter type of people are wasting the beauty of nature by keeping their eyes glued on the screen. They may be right in some regard, yet that line of thinking always misses a few aspects of why those kind of people even go out.
Sarah wasn't doing any of those things. She was simply sitting on a bench underneath a tree in the most isolated spot she could find. It was one of those days again... the days when she just couldn't help but reflect on what her life had become. It were days like this that she'd try to imagine what could have been if she did things differently, if she had just thought about what she was doing back then, if she had the foresight to realize how dangerous she made things for herself, if her pride didn't blind her.
Sarah, before coming to this island, had never entertained these thoughts. Her job kept her mind busy, keeping her up for days on end. There was no time for reflection, just doing what she did best and enjoying it. But ever since she came here, she had a lot of free time. It all came crashing down on her. Every repressed memory, everything she didn't want to think about, and every regret, it all swirled into a thunderstorm of doubt and anger. It tried to chip away at her sanity, ebbing and flowing like a raging sea against a rickety, wooden pier.
So far it hadn't succeeded.
Yet she'd be lying if she said it didn't affect her. She was on that bench for three hours now, with the remnant of a cigarette long gone in between her cybernetic fingers. It was as if she was in a trance. Her eyes looked straight ahead, but her gaze pierced through everything. If it weren't for her occasional blinks and her calm breathing, she would have been easily mistaken for a dummy in someone's clothing.
@Kyrii
Sarah wasn't doing any of those things. She was simply sitting on a bench underneath a tree in the most isolated spot she could find. It was one of those days again... the days when she just couldn't help but reflect on what her life had become. It were days like this that she'd try to imagine what could have been if she did things differently, if she had just thought about what she was doing back then, if she had the foresight to realize how dangerous she made things for herself, if her pride didn't blind her.
Sarah, before coming to this island, had never entertained these thoughts. Her job kept her mind busy, keeping her up for days on end. There was no time for reflection, just doing what she did best and enjoying it. But ever since she came here, she had a lot of free time. It all came crashing down on her. Every repressed memory, everything she didn't want to think about, and every regret, it all swirled into a thunderstorm of doubt and anger. It tried to chip away at her sanity, ebbing and flowing like a raging sea against a rickety, wooden pier.
So far it hadn't succeeded.
Yet she'd be lying if she said it didn't affect her. She was on that bench for three hours now, with the remnant of a cigarette long gone in between her cybernetic fingers. It was as if she was in a trance. Her eyes looked straight ahead, but her gaze pierced through everything. If it weren't for her occasional blinks and her calm breathing, she would have been easily mistaken for a dummy in someone's clothing.
@Kyrii