Sometimes You See Everything

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╭════════════ ∘◦ ⛧ﾐ ◦∘ ════════════╮         ᨳ¹✉ you got mail! open it? ꒱           ˘˘ ☞ yes ／／ no ˘˘          ———— ♡ ————         ⊹⁀⁀✏️┆#story_intro ⸝⸝      ᶠʳᵒᵐ : @-Puffypaws- . ᵗᵒ : ʸᵒᵘ ┊ʲᵘˡ ¹¹ ⇐          ———— ♡ ————     ⌦ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ⑊ ʰᵉʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ. . .    ┆▹ ⚐ + fullscreen for feels ⇲     She always felt like she was underwater. People never saw it, of course. To them, she was just another quiet girl, her dark hair tied back, her notebooks filled with neat handwriting. Her name was Mira, which her mother said meant ocean, and that felt too perfect to be accidental. Because every day, Mira felt like she was swimming through life, her arms aching as if pushing against waves no one else could feel. She could hear the world around her, but it was muffled, like voices speaking above the surface while she drifted below. Laughter sounded distant, words blurred into echoes, everything tinted blue and cold. In the mornings, she would stare into the mirror and pretend she was on land. That her feet weren’t sinking into the ocean floor, that her lungs weren’t burning with the need to breathe. She would force a smile, but it rippled and broke like the surface of water disturbed by rain. At school, people said she was “spaced out,” “quiet,” “weird.” They didn’t know she was just trying not to drown. They didn’t know how heavy water felt when you carried it inside your chest. Mira longed to break the surface. To feel sunlight on her face without the blur of waves, to breathe deeply without fear. But every time she tried to rise, something pulled her down. The weight of sadness, the hands of memories, the shadows of her own mind. She wondered what it would be like to swim freely. To float on her back and watch clouds drift by, instead of staring up at a rippling ceiling of water she could never break through. Mira is gone now. They say she slipped away quietly, like a diver sinking too deep to return. But if you listen at the edge of the ocean, in the hush between waves, you might hear her still. Because even if her body is gone, her sadness will drift on, finding a new heart to pull below the surface. Someone else who feels like they’re always underwater, even when everyone else is breathing just fine. And maybe, Mira is made up, so that a girl who feels like she’s drowning can finally say, “Look. This is how I feel,” without anyone telling her to just swim harder.          ⊹⁀⁀²#️⃣┆ ⸝⸝         ———— ♡ ————  ⇨ title: Silver Eyes  ⇨ genre: sad realism  ⇨ theme: sometimes you see too much  ⇨ tw: sadness, feeling invisible          ⊹⁀⁀³❤️┆ ⸝⸝         ———— ♡ ————       ⚠ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉ ᵐʸ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ, ᵗʸ!  ➝ story ▫  ➝ inspo ▫ layout        ⊹⁀⁀⁴✈️┆ ⸝⸝         ———— ♡ ————  ⇘ time taken ꒱ 15 min  ⇘ category︰  ⇘ mood ꒱ bittersweet loneliness  ⇘ random heart       ——— ᶜˡᵒˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ... ———                  ║█║▌║█║▌█║                © -Puffypaws- ²⁰²⁵ ╰════════════ ∘◦ ⛧ﾐ ◦∘ ════════════╯