Its almost dark, i was about to engage in a conversation with Elle but she really had to rush.In perhaps 20 hours, darkness is gonna overshadow light, the breeze will beat unto his skin and his fingers will feel light again- actually maybe his soul. This darkness altho my misery is also my happiness.
Sometimes she feels nobody has the right to hurt him.Like a shield she'd wanna stand before him, but everitime the sword reaches his heart and then penetrates to hers.
Im just thinking what is she gonna be doing when he's gone?
Walking barefoot on the cold sand,his mind recalls what she has said to him before.All the promises that has once begun,began there.
And before he could presume with that memory, a strong wave came and washed everything along..including the remaining of reminiscence..and because of that she's afraid of the waves.
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