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Not Caring (Re-Post for Challenge)

I wasn’t crying. Everyone thought I would cry when I heard the news, but I didn’t. I just came out here. And I stayed out here.

I tore the veil from my hair and pulled the clips out so it fell around my face. The wind rushed around me, pulling my mousy hair back behind me as I stared out into sunset.
My white dress was stiff with sand at its hem, but I didn’t care. Who could care about anything here?

I ripped the diamonds from my neck and watched them drift off into the sun, glinting in its bright evening light.

I threw my arms up and the wind got even stronger, pushing me away from the foamy waves washing upon the shore.
The dress was weighing me down. I didn’t need it anymore. The wedding was over when the groom ran away. I ripped the silk off my body and stood there naked, the cold water licking my toes.

If anyone saw me, I didn’t care. I was past caring.
I suppose if I didn’t care, I never loved him.

And then the urge carried me into the water until my head was under, and I didn’t feel like leaving.

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