Lui | T.W.

" -you're just like the ocean, Lui."

These words lingered within her mind, digested and sunken in.

Having itself make it's own way to be specifically 'special' even if it was out of random and the most common context there'd ever be, not noticing a faint curve had occurred with her pomegranate-like lips, which would be a bit chapped out of the heat; perhaps, the weather truly wasn't any better within the last, and past few days of summer.

For her smile wasn't obnoxious, neither were the feelings she had refused to feel; admitting that it hadn't ceased to exist. She still yearned, longed, and loved him.