Untitled Symmetry by Lyricist
The smooth soft sand trickled between her toes. Gazing out past the current at her beloved. It was another day and another place, on a long string of places. After today she would tell him. There could be no further delay.
5 minutes later.
"Could you hand me a towel?"
She replied, handing him the furry material, "I-i-im leaving.."
"That's fine. I'm done here."
He reached out with his hand, staring at her with metallic green eyes. Her stomach queasing and her palms slick with sweat, she softly, slowly embraces his hand. Perhaps...one more day...couldn't hurt...she thought, swallowing harshly.
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