Their style never matched their personality. They were zombies. A group of carefully designed robots, trained to do everything exactly on point. It was like looking through the shades of a mime. Each individual was exactly the same.
She saw the shadow of the dark, gray cloud hover above her head.
Within seconds, it was accompanied by rain drops, dripping from the faucets of the sky. The sun vanished, it had too much pride to be seen in the presence of darkness. Her luminous light began to slip between the cracks of her own self-pity. She kneeled down on the cooling sand, and looked up towards the sky. La langue. She decided to see how many rain drops she could catch on her tongue. Sixteen. A rain drop for every year she had been on this earth. Rummaging through her forest green tote bag, she grabbed her green Pashmina scarf, and wrapped it around her arms. She stepped into the water, and paused… As the heavy wind hit her back. And she shivered when she felt the brisk, chilling wind. The pure, deep aquamarine water, glistening brighter than ever. The swish-swash-swoosh of the water going back and forth…It was calm, soothing, and peaceful. The beach water said to be salty, never seemed so sweet. The water never smelled so fresh. She inhaled through la nez, taking it all in. The water diffused from her feet to her head. The water seeped into the pores of her skin, and gushed through her veins. She looked into the water, searching for her reflection. But the person she saw staring back at her was someone else. It was…A zombie. A robot. A mime. A dark cloud. A rain drop. She became everything that she saw. She turned into everything that she felt. She became just like everyone else. Her name was Emily.