freshlybaledcpu
Steven sat alone in the comfort of the Beach House, letting the salty sea breeze rustle through his hair. The crashing of each wave hummed a sweet melody, a lullaby that calmed the stagnant mood. He sighed. Why couldn't he forget? He didn't want to relive the nightmare over again. They were all gone now. At the same time, it felt greedy to want them back. After all, no war could be won without sacrifice. No, he'd settle for just her back. Just a way to relive the days filled with laughter and peace. Quietly, almost as it were never said, he whispered a familiar phrase to the drifiting winds.
"Won't you share this jam with me?"
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