Numb

The icy sea lapped at my ankles, spreading a reassured numbness throughout my feet. The dark grey-blue sky made the water cloudy, highlighting the rocky beach to my back. My bow grated against the strings of my violin, coaxing out a lovely discord that the sea echoed back to me. With practiced care, my bloody fingers ran across the strings. They dripped red into the water, creating a stark contrast in the white sea. It was beautiful and grotesque, a lovely ending to a tragic story. It was a long while before my violin joined my blood in the frothy sea.