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I look at his face and see that there are tears in his eyes. I am suddenly overcome by the need to hug him, the need to bury my face in his shoulder and thank him for feeling that way. But here we are, both stuck in our spots, standing and staring and feeling something warm inside of ourselves that is certainly not romantic love.
The waves are listless - a crash, a thump. The sky is warm, reds and oranges and yellows painting it in a wonderful light. This place soothes you. And you wiggle your toes, reminding yourself of the beauty and fragility of it all.
I tried to warn him. I tried to tell him that it would be a bad decision on his part. Did he listen? No. It was always like this. Not once did he ever consider what I've been trying to tell him, not once did he consider the gravity of the situation. Not once did he ever consider what I'd feel were he to perish because of his bad decisions.
Say that you're a criminal. Do you not have morals as well? Morals are not just about a compass directing you to the "goodness" of the planet. Morals are what you believe in, and it is never a concrete principle. There are lines that blur constantly when you talk about morals.
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