Novel & Cerita Hoping This Cold Blue Water

I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge. - "It will embrace me, too. Soon."

“I wish my dad would just appear.” “It’s not only appear. It’s disappear!” “You know what I mean Anu,” Ayo said. Anu who has been standing all the while, quickly sat beside her best friend. “You know what?” Anu asked. “Let’s go meet my dad, so he can help you call your mum.” “Okay!” Ayo agreed and stood up from her seat. Anu also did the same. As they walked to the door, they heard a familiar voice. “Please excuse me,” the voice had said. “Is this Basic 5 diamond classroom?”

the little ghost says as her voice echos throughout the cave. The souls swim underneath the surface of the water. Some look happy and others look broken. The happy ones are pink and the sad ones are blue. The red souls are angry. This must be how these people died in their final moments. They must have died with these last emotions in their hearts. They look like tadpoles dancing and spiraling in the water. Their dance is beautiful and painful to watch. I put my hand in the water and thousands of souls jump at a chance to be released from the spell of the water.

I blink once again, forcing myself to recognize him but I couldn't, "Oh, don't cry. Ela hold on, alright? I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? I won't leave you." The boy tightened his hold on my hand and I felt hopeful. I suddenly forgot what to say to him as he focused his eyes at me, how can they be so blue? I stared, mesmerized, caught in a daze as the waves continue to splash against my body. I can feel the boy pulling me up and I held unto him, scared that I will fall on the water and have no one to take me. I was about to pull my legs up and swing it on top of the debris when the water turns violent; splashing, nipping at my legs with its liquid fang, why must the water be so cold?

Like I could float forever. I kept floating for a few minutes before speaking out loud to myself, “This is weird, I never really liked the water.” Immediately- the bright sky, animated beautiful valley and warm receptive water changed. The sky turned dark, the flowers in the valley shriveled up and the water turned frigid. I then remembered that this river had no bottom and tried to move, fear clogging up my throat as the lake started to sing a haunting song, trapping me firmly in its embrace. The sea,

Blue lay down on the ground, facing the sky, welcoming the heavy downpour. “Red!” he screamed. “Keep shouting, Blue. I’m sure he can hear you,” Katleya said. “Really? He’ll hear me?” Blue asked. “Yes. Who knows, maybe he’s right here beside us.”

Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request. The profile picture showed an empty hockey rink beneath white lights. The username read BlueLine. My heart lurched. The preview only showed part of the message. It’s me. Blue line. You... My thumb hovered above the screen. One tap and I could read the rest. One tap and I could answer him. I wanted to ask how he had survived these years. I wanted to tell him I had never left willingly. Most of all, I wanted to tell him I still remembered the promise about the blue line.

He leaned near her face so that only a few inches were left between them. Lily lifted her eyes to look into his but failed. "Didn't you hear me ?" he raised his voice a bit. Lily lifted her gaze and looked into his blue eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes were her weakness, she saw things deep within it. the three shades of blue it had, the shape of the lines that were drawn in it, the size of his pupil. She could see the ocean in it and she loved it.

At least I was nurtured by my parents during my informative years. As we continue to swim, a sudden beam of tropical blue appears in the water, stretching on for miles and I freeze in place as my heart lodges itself in my throat. My animai. I can’t believe it. I’ve heard stories my entire life about sirna finding their animai and I always tried to picture what it would be like, but nothing ever really prepares you for this. Ever since I was a youngling I was told that the water would lead me to my animai, and it’s finally happening.

I flip onto my back and just float. The water holds me up, and I stare at the sky. It's that impossibly clear, perfect blue, the kind that makes your chest feel light. A few lazy white clouds drift by, like cotton candy someone spun and let go. The birds in the trees sound like they’re having a party, and the sun - Goddes, the sun is warm on my skin. It feels like a promise.