Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39642964-20190812191411/@comment-39642964-20190818023612

Drifting. She was was drifting. Floating, watching, observing, swimming, breathing.

Drifting.

It was a funny word, drifting was. It could literaly describe many things.

Water streamed off of a waterfall. Not gushing, really. Just... Streaming.

currents fkooded.around the earth. She could feel them. Sorta see them. It was weird.

Waves danced. Like, really danced. No one else could see that they were actually dancing. But they were. Sweeping moves, gushing moves, moves that Trista couldnt describe.

It was amazing.

Really, truely amazing.

Nothing could stop Trista. Not the Rebelhearts, not the Neverseen, not her parents. She was unstoppable. And it...

Was going to stay that way.