Where I End

by Sophie White

alive again. After the freedom of sleep, I am once more confined to my life. The

The sea didn’t love me—I am not stupid, no one loves me—but it didn’t ignore me. When I was younger, in bed at night, I swaddled myself in the blankets trying to make a tight embrace, but the exertion required ruined the illusion. In the sea, I didn’t have to drive this embrace around me. The sea swarms me, reaching up my body as I make my way in. The sea wants me.

Exposure has killed Móraí’s compassion.

‘Your mind is playing tricks on you.’ Desperation bleeds into his eyes even though he’s smiling as he says it.

There’s a rectangle of light ahead of her and as she steps into it, she looks like a vision. I glimpse myself in a mirror hanging to my right and see that I am a wraith stalking her.