She said the last of her worries sank with the boat.

A fragile, brainless misconception that life would move on. After the mess that Aries had been through, she wanted to hold on to life just a little longer.

Her skin prominent and clean like the wine glass she dined from, her rose red lipstick stained to the side.

The boat spun in a daze for sometime, sending the sun to weep of exhaustion.

The oar smacked against the wave, but only sent the water gobbling to the humming of her dismantled breathing.

She merely went tumbling into the water. The tide picking up with every note that hitched in her throat.

No more binds could secure how scared tipping over felt.

"Be careful out there," her father's words replaying in her head.

She could feel the air escaping her lungs. The fear coursing through her veins, unable to grasp her current dilemma. The muscles aching in her hands as she struggles between life and death.

She grasps a nearby rock and pulls herself with every will left in her body. Her mind numb of a thousand singing cicadas. She pits herself down into the dirt and laughs.

No tears escaping her lips, just pure excitement.

"Be careful out there!" She repeats once more at the top of her lungs, as if to validate that she was able to let those words escape again.