sweetmayday
he was something of an alarmist, the way he snuck behind her, his hand covering her eyes, his body pressing tight against her own. She would pause for a moment, flustered, afraid. He was not the same man. She would repeat that, again and again.
she committed her feet to tread slowly through the water. the emerald waves parted in lulling gushes as her pale white body sauntered into the watery abyss.
the gate pushed open, like a rusty lullaby, revealing a garden composed of wild lush florals, bathed in the simmering bronze sunlight.
her scent, like warm dappled sunlight infused with the hint of pale pink sea side shells, made her element, her being, seem irresistible to him.
she held on tightly, as the rain poured down, stinging her eyes and hair, falling on the street in a wave of resounding beats. she kept walking, calmly, the leash in her hand, wet and raw, while her dog steeped silently beside her.
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