as the story tells...
she was sighing.. watching intently as the waves washed over the sand. later in the back of her mind, she wished that she could be washed away too. a feeling was nagging her and refused to leave her alone. sigh again~
she was sighing.. watching intently as the waves washed over the sand. later in the back of her mind, she wished that she could be washed away too. a feeling was nagging her and refused to leave her alone. sigh again~
gay ?
gloom ?
regret ?
she crossed those three emotions off of the list. she wasn't gloom on anything. she wasn't happy in any way. and she certainly wasn't regretful. it was a feeling of utter peace and a raw, aching feeling. she was trying to discover what it was for days. It had been her owns idea to come to the ocean and figure out what it was. something persuaded her to kneel down and begin to write in the wet sand. at first she wrote her own name with her partner but then she began to decorate the areas around it… the corners of her mouth turned up slightly when she was finished. they soon turned downward, however, as the waves came in and washed it away. haish ~ she began to write a sentence. a small, tiny sentence that held a lot of meaning. hoping, praying even, that once the sentence was down and the waves washed it away that the sentence would be false. that the sentence would no longer hold meaning.
..As syg Fakhri..
the waves washed up, erasing the word “As syg”.. now that remained was Fakhri. soon the word ‘as syg’ was gone, leaving only Fakhri…
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| the only exception |
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| we are BFF *toink3 |
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| new title for him ! |
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| that was not my hand okey |
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| even though xkonvo lg kan..xpa laa.sedekah je :P |
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| get well soon yg ! |
p/s credit to fara krek3 :)
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