katriona
Generate... generate feelings. Generate thoughts. Generate words. On command. That is the life of the perfect actor, the perfect spy. Nothing else matters to them.
Waves crashed onto the shore. Sand shifted underneath. She stood there, watching, waiting. She watched the ocean, hoping to see it. The ship that would bring her love home to her.
She strung him along with a web of lies. She didn't know why; she just did. She made him dance to her strings and to her tune. She made him do all sorts of things. But the day came when he found out. He left and she was alone. She was all alone with her broken web.