The red moon glistened over the lavender ocean turning the water a shade of blood red. A breeze blew over the land rustling the leaves. With help from the ice temperatures people were standing indoors huddled up with blankets and a warm fire while one girl sits in the park staring out towards the ocean.
She looks straight ahead thinking of nothing except the one she lost to those calm waters. Her cheeks are blue and hair brunette down to her hips perfectly shaping her well-defined, crying face. The breeze blows a mist of memory into her mind as she remembers the one she lost sitting in the same place she stands. Eventually she gives and falls to her knees in agony of her lost, never to be returned person that defined her life.
She turns around to head home and sees her lost one behind her with tears.
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Short StoryHere I am, going to write short stories about not myself but my soul I guess, the thoughts I have and keep to myself as I'm inside the shower or bored in class because no one would listen if I told them. Warning thoughts of suicide and other like th...
