W A H Y
[arabic → revelation, reveal]
He took a sip of the cold juice, feeling the sweet-sour taste of the lemon as it slipped down his throat. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the wind kissed his cheeks.
Leaning back against the chair, he exhaled heavily. He curled his fingers around the glass of juice, feeling the coldness of it seep through his skin.
Taking another sip of the juice, he felt refreshed. He looked to his side, hearing the soft sound of the waves crashing off the shore, the air pregnant with salt. He felt calm, feeling a tug of happiness as he sat by the ocean.
He had this feeling—a feeling where he seemed like the ocean, the beach, the winds belonged to him—as though he owned them. Everyday, he would walk by the golden sands, feeling the cool sea water surge over his feet. The squabbling cries of the seagulls deafened him, the whispering of the blustery winds tickled his ears.
His eyes then locked gazes with a couple who were passionately kissing by the beach. They seemed to be madly in love, two hearts intertwined as they kissed each other softly.
He felt a sudden tug in his heart—and he didn't know why.
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The Man Who Left | ✔
Short StoryFor Maya, there is never a happy ending. All her life she'd loved Nathan - the man who always stood by her side during the dark days of her life. But when she gets news of Nathan's sudden death, will she ever accept it? Will she ever have a happy en...
