EpionX

You stood on the shore, arms spread wide as if you were trying to embrace the buffeting wind, eyes closed and head resting on the back of your neck, exposing the tender, vulnerable skin of your throat to the air, as if daring it to cut you and to let your blood stream out, to be whipped away by the ever moving currents of motion. You looked at me, laughing, and dropped to the ground beside me, sighing as you dug your hands viciously into the harsh grey sand. You used to dream of the beach, before you saw it, picturing flawless gold met by perfect turquoise. You were disheartened by the grey sand meeting the grey sea, I could see it in your e