Haven

Love is a wave, but the tide is endless. You can never count how many grains of sand are on a beach. You can never tell the exact color of the ocean. To the eyes it may seem blue, but who's to say that it doesn't contain orange?

If somebody were to wrench out all of Emery's teeth, it wouldn't have been as scornful as the pain of learning is to her. Everywhere she goes, it's almost like a wrap of negativity surrounds her entire life cycle. No matter how hard she attempts to put up a facade and act normal, somebody always pushes out her wellbeing and notices. She hates when people hold her down with their eyes, it's almost as if they're slowly stripping her down to the last bit of clothing that she has on. Nakedness is a massive fear for her.

One special feature, a kiss from the lines of love. If only Flo could gain access to her profound way of thinking, the way she would always yearn to escape.

Flo never thought that he could ever be as interested in a person as he is to Emery. The slight hesitations in her speech and the way her hair would cover the nape of her neck so gracefully. Her smell, so sweet and pure. There was something so special about her. It distracted him from the thoughts of his own girlfriend.

Tomado por amor.