Creative Writing: The Beach

Peace is found in those who turn to the water for solitude. The line in the distant that never seems to end, filled with orange and pink hues in the early evening, but shining a vibrant blue in the midday. Lots of factors drive people to the water, including Kaito, but his reasoning is different. He could not explain his attraction towards the glimmering water filled with shades of blues and greens and purples, but he could explain his attraction for what lies beneath the surface of the water. There the blues and greens turned to vibrant shades of red, purple, yellows, oranges....every color under the sun seemed to be under that water and he was more so drawn to what lied beneath surface. Except, he would never be able to see those

Everyday she would go find the same shell and place it in the same hand, but each day the shell felt more and more different. Every day he would notice the ridges becoming less sharp from rubbing his fingers all over them, felt more worn than when the shell was fresh. Momoka would also take his hand and be his eyes, talking about all the creatures in the water. She would babble on and on about the waves and the soft sand...but her words fell on deaf ears and blind eyes, literally. He hated how she would ramble, it just made him more and more aggravated with the ability to not live

She would lead him outside to the darkness, the waves crashing angrily against the shore. "Kaito...do you know about the mermaids in the waters?" She would asked. He would nod, trying to hide his annoyance at the constant stories about the mermaids who were helpful to those who needed it, but would kill those who got lured too far with too dark of intentions. "Yes mother, I do know about the mermaids. They're nice creatures right?" He would ask. She nodded against his shoulder and softly looked up at him. She would tear up as the moonlight highlighted his pale skin and soft dark hair. His left eye was clouded over, his right eye dark and dull, the only light coming from the moonlight reflected in his iris. She would let tears silently roll down her cheeks, and Kaito would sense the drops on his bare hand, slowly turning to his mother. "Mother please do not cry...I need you to tell me the story." He would softly plead her, feeling his own tears forming. She would sniffle again, wiping her tears away. "Kaito...please....please come to the water with me." She softly begged. He would follow her down the small section of beach to the line of the water meeting the sand and he would kneel down next to his mother as she clasped her hands together and prayed. He never did pray before, but he wanted to