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Caterpillar becomes butterfly, bud becomes flower, sprig becomes tree.
Girl becomes woman. And in this period,all there is is confusion and emotional. It's not set in stone like a bud, or a caterpillar. How simple it could be.
She looked into his eyes and tried to tell him everything with them. Give him her emotions. He love, her feelings, her devotion. His eyes stared back- cold, guilty, furtive. She looked away. She understood.
The water rushed up on me, engulfing my body in its chilling soul. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the endless darkness of the sea. "That's it," I thought, "I am finally under for good."
She wanted me to be a nun. To stay humble and a virgin. Not to look any man in the eyes. To devote my life to religion. But I'm not like that. I yearn for men, for women. I want intimacy, heat. I can't be a nun.
I walked in, sobbing and shaking. She took two steps towardsw me and grabbed my hand, pulling me close to her. As I lost myslef in her warm embrace, everything was fine. I finally felt secure.
His velvet skin brushed against hers as he rain his hand through her long, silky hair. The tanged bedsheets rustled. "Goodnight," he whispered.
Her velvet dress slipped to the ground in one soft, swift movement. She looked up in time to catch a look of surprise on his face upon seeing her long, dark scar.
The waves crashed slowly and serenly on her ankles as she looked at the horizon. She could almost feel his hand around her waist, calming her, pulling her close. But he would never be able to- today was her last day.
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