8 years ago.
"Where are we going?", she asked, eyes flickering, amused by the birds chirping on a hollow tree just beside the road. "To my ocean", he answered blankly, but rather eager. She raised one of her brows and faced him, walking backwards as if it was almost as natural as walking normally. "How could there be an ocean in these fields of green? I bet you're making fun of me again." Her brows met and she pouted. "I thought we agreed that I won yesterday's game of hopscotch. You told me you wouldn't make fun of me if I win. Didn't you?"
He stopped. "I'm not making fun of you and I'm not going to make fun of you. Well, maybe just not today. We are going to my ocean and we must hurry." She got confused but followed him anyway, hopping merrily and picking pebles along the way.
A big lump of wind blew their way.
"Blue", he said abruptly, causing her steps to halt, " Hold my hand". She looked into his eyes, she was never as confused in her entire life. "I have to protect you", he paused for a bit, hesitating, before slipping his fingers into hers, "my ocean is very powerful".
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Down the Memory Lane
FantasyShe was the girl who never dared to look into your eyes. She is afraid that she might drown. Exactly eight years ago, she almost died under the ocean blue in his eyes.
