I've been waiting. So long that the salt has encrusted my heart and turned my body to stone. Silt and sand pile up around my feet, withering my will. The sky falls in slow, aching shards, deserted lies in eternal demise. Whispers of water wave about my bowed head as I stand on my pedestal of sorrow. Wind and wondering await. They left me out to rot, to suffer all on my own, the people I trusted all slowly turning their backs on me much too many for me to stop. The people I thought I could trust were nothing more than blurry faces in the end. My heart can not take the pain they left me with, leaving only the dregs of a once hopeful smile. But, still, I shall sit. I shall wait for the day they need me, and I will gladly accept their requests. I want nothing more than to be accepted, to be wanted. But will they ever want me, or will I live waiting? Will they ever need me, or will I die waiting?
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The One By The Beach (Vento Aureo X Female Reader)
General FictionSomeone who is trapped inside their own thoughts gets into some bizarre problems.
