intentionally she slipped beneath the waves and they kept spitting her back since they knew she was a good swimmer.she had often faced these very waves. but not tonight. the more they pushed her away, the stronger she went under; under… beneath… that place that was her refuge; where for every pain, every loss she had a corner, a sanctuary she placed the remains in. the waves were fighting her ravaged by her strength to die. one of them would have to give up eventually