faded memories

faded memories

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"Just like every other night, I gently leaned against the wall of my windowsill and waited. Maybe I was waiting for the sound of his voice to call out through the wind. Or maybe I was waiting for his clear blue eyes followed by the four knocks." @nialls_couch_potato_ 2015
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The world finds odd ways to put people together. For them, it was PR. ~ She walked along the shore, the humid air, feeling much colder next to the beach. She shut her eyes and stood there, letting the sound of crashing waves overtake every single thought in her minds, ironically, silencing the bustling thoughts. She felt peaceful. He noticed a girl walking just a few feet ahead of him. At first, his thought was that it could be her but it didn't seem that way. The closer he went the more different the person looked. He let out a sigh of lost conviction. He felt hopeless. His footing must've been horrible as he slipped over a rock and tumbled forward, a little gasp of shock leaving his lips. The unexpected rustling behind her, made her face the intrusion. Noticing the man on his knees, she went over to him, lending a helping hand. He noticed a very familiar ring covered hand stick out towards him. He didn't think much of it as he held it to stand up. Why did it feel like home? ~

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