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PROMPT #12 You need to let me go, or else you’re going to break something! #2 Here, let me help. The last thing we need is for that wound to get infected. Elizabeth Scator had always loved the ocean. From the fathomless depths to the curious creatures that called sea anemones their home, what was deep below the horizon of waves fascinated her. The first time she had seen the ocean was on her seventh birthday. She woke up to the sight of the sun lining the waves with its golden morning light, and she was hypnotized since. Every waking moment was spent studying the aquatic world, memorizing every species of fish and habitat under the sea. Her time in college was, naturally, spent studying marine biology. Soon after graduation, she had a internship that was paying for her doctorate studies. It was an intense program, but it was worth every sleepless night – especially with her work being so important. Elizabeth’s thesis was constructed around ethical treatment of fish, specifically

PROMPT #12 You need to let me go, or else you’re going to break something! #2 Here, let me help. The last thing we need is for that wound to get infected. Elizabeth Scator had always loved the ocean. From the fathomless depths to the curious creatures that called sea anemones their home, what was deep below the horizon of waves fascinated her. The first time she had seen the ocean was on her seventh birthday. She woke up to the sight of the sun lining the waves with its golden morning light, and she was hypnotized since. Every waking moment was spent studying the aquatic world, memorizing every species of fish and habitat under the sea. Her time in college was, naturally, spent studying marine biology. Soon after graduation, she had a internship that was paying for her doctorate studies. It was an intense program, but it was worth every sleepless night – especially with her work being so important. Elizabeth’s thesis was constructed around ethical treatment of fish, specifically

I shifted my weight forward, moving from a cross-legged position onto my knees. Scarlett moaned breathy nothingness. She rolled to face me, eyes still closed. One of her arms cranked under her head, hand sticking up through her messy hair. She breathed in forcefully, groaning, blowing raspberries as her lips caught together, her nose crinkled. I smiled. I think she could feel my eyes on her. Her eyebrows knit together barely and her dark lashes fluttered. I didn’t catch her eyes, but her heart drummed in the back of my head and it gave her away. Her face contorted in frustration and she shifted violently, rolling back over to face away from me with a huff. I nibbled at my tongue and the inside of my cheek, fighting a laugh, and fighting the urge to rip her out of bed. I leaned back- to get away from her, clear my mind- idly glancing at the clock. 6:25, it read, and so I stood silently. I made it to the door frame before turning back to face Scarlett, all but lost on the pillow at