by CB Colin
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Three days passed and Angell was refusing to come down stairs from her room, even if Amira was announcing her that her dream boy, Kristall, was trying to reach her. Something inside told her that wasn’t a good idea what she was doing. And she preferred to remain closed in her room. For the second time the girl was sunk in her own thoughts, not knowing what to do further. 10 pm was approaching, and the clock from the living room was announcing this thing, beating ten times. Angell rose from her bed, with the eyes swollen from so much crying, dressing thicker. She really wanted to go out at the beach for a while, to watch the moon from the sky, reflected in the cold water. The winter was getting closer by the minute over the island, and the proof was the wheatear getting colder, and the leafless trees and also the hoar-frost which was on the windows every morning.
Therefore the girl, dressing bulky, exit in the cold night, walking throw the yard trying to not make the smallest noise for not to wake her mother and give her explanations about what she was doing, or to have a companionship in any way. So she crossed the main frozen courtyard, reaching the back of the house. From there she lowered the marble stairs which was leading on the little family park, where the flowers long gone. She lowered further, reaching the cold sand, observing the sea pretty peacefully. The sky was clear and full of starts, was dominated by the first square moon. Angell looked up, putting her hands in the pockets, feeling the cold how it started to get under the cloths. She looked up helpless, trying to answer alone at some questions. Why did she actually break up with Marvell, when she loved him very much? Why she was ignoring everyone else, thinking that they were under her rank?
“What monster do I become?” She whispered to her, walking on the sea shore.
The truth was somewhere in the middle, and the girl got tired of so many dramas and events. When she turned back, something distracted her attention. She saw a large object, which was fixed in the sand, like a stump, and the sea water was watering it by time to time. Angell frowned, going curiously at that object, which was starting to take shape. The girl stopped from walking, taking her hand to her mouth, begin terrified. That object wasn’t a sump but a man with his face down, appearing to not breathe. But the fear and horror installed inside her in the moment when she recognized the man from the shore. Was no other then Lovin. The man was in the end defeated by the curse. With his mouth open, white and bleary eyes, Lovin Rivertmen was killed innocent.
Angell didn’t pull out a sound, starting to shake more and more strongly by the minute. She grabbed the man’s arms, trying to pull him more on the beach, fearing that the water will kidnap his body for good. Then she looked at him, after that running back home, climbing the stairs. Right from the little flower park, something grabbed her hand, and Angell screamed but her mouth was stopped by a hand. When she got use to the dark, she saw Kristall.
“Hush, Angell. It’s just me.”
“Kri… Kristall? What…how? ME….”
“Calm down. What’s the matter?”
“Lovin. Dead. I….”
And Kristall hugged her, and Angell started to cry shedding her drama on him. The boy was softly swinging her, looking at the corpse which was bathed in the square moon ray.