Oblivious sea I call history

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Christopher

Once again I spent the day waiting for you on the sand, that was the only thing I did.

But this time, I noticed your concerned face when you joined me, your lips didn't completely answer my kiss and your hands didn't warm me enough. Everything was different, but also so usual.

I saw the look on my mother's face when I came back the following day. I looked at her in the eyes when she asked me who you were.

I cried when she asked me if I had told you about my father.

I avert my gaze

"_No."

I saw her gaze turning black, but also sad, I saw her mouth starting to open, but before she even started to speak, I interrupted her. I knew what she wanted to tell me, the same thing she was always saying, again and again. 

"_Stay away from the fishers, they are dangerous for you kitten."

Like every single time, I would smile, nod and meet with Minho.

My fisher, my sin.

My mother could tell me as much as she wanted that I wasn't allowed to see you, but it didn't erase the fact that I loved you, and anyone in between us is the enemy. Because we were soulmates, and I loved you more than my own life. I was ready to give up on my family if it meant spending eternity next to you.

I was mad, yes, raving mad even, but I was essentially madly in love with you.

I love you Minho, I hope you know it.

Obviously, you knew it, your eyes were the reflection of mine, the reflection of our souls, the reflection of the flame that burnt inside the heart of the two lovers we were.

That evening I decided to tell you. To tell you about the accident.


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