She seen him across the wet sands.
The shore was just as wide as the sun can reach it.
Her heart ached, lips moved but air came out.
He was turned to where the sun can hug him.
She wanted to hug him.
“Why!?” she plead as she was closer.
He turned to her.
“Because I'm not made for you. We don't attach like the moon and the lit stars attach. Our lips don't spark when we kiss under the trees. I don't feel your company within me. I'm cold, I can’t right now.”
It was a cutthroat hesitation.
She felt her insides churned and burst.
“For once… For once I felt something brewing in me... like a bird loves a singsong. I feel as if this was meant to be. Us. We. The sun can only hold you for so long. But me, i can't hold you to infinitive.”
He held her tight, hugging her as her tears fell onto his sleeves.
Could this be the….end? She thought to herself.
“Please don't let go…” She whispered.
“I don't want to, but it needs to be done.”
With one tug, he was apart.
Feeling the cold gaps between them, wind separating their love.
No one liked this part.
Her brain, blasted from the repetitive scorn words that he said not too long ago.
She cannot get them out.
If only if only if only.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being the burden in your air. Sorry for the space I've taken up. I'm sorry for invading the life that was once just yours. I'm sorry for being around!” She screamed.
No response.
The thick waves told a story as he walked deeper into them.
Why.