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She tires of this nonsense. Why does he constantly play games with her? Why won't he simply let her mind and heart be? She wishes he would wake a decision. This is getting ridiculous.
Will you let me die, she asked. He shook his head. The pills sat in the palm of her hand, tempting her. Please, she begged. Again, all he did was shake his head. Why shouldn't she take them? She looked down at them, her little gifts - from Satan or from God, if either even existed? She looked up at him. All he did was stare. To die, or not to die? Not to die. He smiled.
They moved together in a symphony of sighs and moans as the curtains were ruffled by a cool sea breeze that blew through the room to cool the sweat on their skin. She loved the smell of the salt, the sound of the midnight tide mixing with his shallow breaths, the feel of him against her, the sweat dripping down their bodies, the way he made her feel so good – both emotionally and physically, like she was a goddess he was paying homage to.
Like she was perfect.
She was perfectly beautiful. For all her faults, for all her problems - she was gorgeous. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was the only one.
He was perfect. She loved him with everything she had simply because he wasn't perfect.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
They walked away and left her to her fate. They didn't know what she was going to do. So she did it. She jumped.
He'd never know how he'd saved her. To him it was just another call at 3am, to her it was a life line, telling her someone cared. Begging her not to jump.
She was dragged into flashback after flashback: sitting on the floor of her bathroom crying her eyes out. Hiding under her bed, trying to avoid her father's rage.
The tide was in, pulling everything into the sea... Back and forth, back and forth, wiping their footsteps from the sand.
They waltzed around the room, trapped in their own little bubble of heaven while around them chaos reigned.
Without her, he didn't see the meaning of life, he needed her to live - she was his air.
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