I didn't see you after lunch.
Tom told me you felt sick and went home. I had to take over your shift ánd do mine. Luckily it wasn't very busy.
When I went home that evening after closing the shop, I saw you sitting on the beach, toes buried in the sand. I knew you weren't sick. I could hardly resist the urge to sit with you, but kept walking. I walked past you and if I didn't knew any better, I could hear a faint cry coming from your place.
But I let myself believe it were just the waves.
I wish it were just the waves.
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Strawberry Flavoured
Short StoryBecause everything was bittersweet and strawberry flavoured.