MELITA
Based on height alone, Melita likely couldn’t beat that parallel of cascade and showers. But because she was an ember, a stoked, unfurled, portion of kindling at any given moment, she certainly wasn’t going to let that stop her. Narrowing her eyes a little in speculation, the youth clambered over to a nearby boulder. “I will!” She declared, rising along, grateful for bare feet on its slippery exterior, toes grasping the sides as she whittled and warbled her way upwards. With a token tilt and angle of her chin, defiant to a point of absolute stupidity, the youth launched off the rock and into the water – content in the disarray, in the spray, in the vibrant splash; the challenge angled from her brows.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
