He always stood at the same place at the same beach at the same time. It was a routine for him. He used to always be waiting for someone. But who? That was a question he never knew the answer to. He was always oh so lonely just waiting on the beach, but now . . .
But now he wasn't.
He's no longer lonely anymore.
He's no longer waiting for someone.
Maybe . . .
Just maybe . . .
This new person is the one he was waiting for
The woman joins him everyday on the beach. She joins the man at the beach at the exact same time everyday; when the moon is at its peak.
For a week they don't know each others names. And for a week they talk about the most random of things. They don't speak of family and nor do they speak of anything else that could be considered "personal".
After a week the man tells the woman that his name is Neji. She doesn't tell him her name yet. But she will when the time is right.
The two of them are polar opposites, but at the same time it's like they're the same person.
He loves to fight.
She wants to fight.He hates his family and so he left.
She hates her family, but can't bear to leave them.He has no favorite color.
She loves every color.He's silent.
She can't shut up.He uses his head.
She uses her heart.But deep down inside of them they both have the same desires. They voice it differently, but in the end their desires are the same.
"I want to disappear into the night. There's nothing for me here."
"I want someone to understand me for who I am and not because of my title."Both sentences translate to: "I need someone, to love me for who I am. I don't want to be hated. I want to be me."
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Bedtime Stories
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