I needed time to cool down, a few minutes to myself. I wasn't the type of person that could get angry and then be consoled back to level-headedness. I needed some time alone. I left the ocean, heading past the sand dunes and storming into the wooded area off the back of the beach. I could feel the leaves and branches underneath my bare feet, but I continued to angrily storm back into the brush, my chest rising and falling in an irregular pattern.
I finally stopped after a few minutes, standing in the middle of the woods. I didn't even realize my cheeks were wet until I reached up to curl a brush my hair out of my face. I hated crying when I was mad. That just defeated the purpose of being angry, and I felt like my emotions were a roller coaster of a mess.
I took in a few deep breat
