For fear of losing her, he held her close. Her eyes were seas and oceans, and the tides were drawing away, drifting, drifting, leaving the silk sand behind and the blackened, gray sea weed drooped at its departure. She dissolved into salt and left behind her willpower to stay. He lied, he decieved, but in reality, it was the lack of attention that he always received.
He’s leaving,
He’s leaving,
He’s gone.
So why does the wind in her eyes change direction and lazily enclose on his features? Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY?! Curses to the one that gave us Sight. Colors, light, beauty; it’s all a lie designated to fake personalities. Fake love. The others do not seem him. See his heart. She came to find that it was gray and it was longing. It was broken one too many times and she knew that her own heart had locked, glued, desperately pleaded with her, to never ever let him go. To never stop loving him. To never, not once, in the forever dragging and anonymous future, to never ever ever ever ever let him go. But what if her heart was not the only one? What if other hearts were pleading and battling against there neighboring minds, to also never let him go? She knew that he loved her, but what if it leaves? What if he finds someone 100 times better than her? What will she do? How is she supposed to carry on? When someone, anyone in the human race or in any other species of any living organism, dedicates their hearts, minds, and souls into another, what are they supposed to do when that significant other no longer wishes to dedicate themselves?