Breeze; there has always been that feeling of relaxation as the trees sang, whispering, carrying along reassurance, it subsided that dripping feeling that made it's way down your throat, all the uneasiness dissipating, which dulls the question of if that feeling was there is the first place.
Honey brown strands sifted in front of their view, as if god was trying to prevent them from seeing what was already clearly visible. They where supposed to happy, right? Their friend, after all was. Their happiness wasn't important.
whEn YOu LoVe SomEOne LEt TheM gO
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