The sand felt cold under my feet.
The chilly waves splashed over my frigid feet.
I didn't mind though.
I watched as the waves from the sea crashes over itself.
He was beautiful. He made the sun come out even if it didn't want to.
His hair fell in waves and I could say I preferred his brown ones over the blue ones of the sea.
I hate being cold.
Yet here I am.
"Benji!" I yelled, my sore throat making me wish I didn't.
"Come back to me," I pleaded, and started to sob.
The ocean is a cold blue-blooded murder.
And it took away my love.
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