03.09.06

lame fingers

The sun was coming from behind him, over me, at and the time it seemed it was flowing, liquid, like honey covering the both of us in its warmth.
There was something in his eye that made it hard for me to look at him. I still cant think of it now without a something like a string tightening in me. What were we thinking?
The ocean, we said.

shi-ou-sama at 8:20 p.m.

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