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Shay Mar 2015
We ran across the sand, leaving clothes in our wake. Hand in hand we knew no fear, felt no hesitation. Consequence was a thing of sunlit hours, and for now all we had was the moon. Dark hair framed the face I trusted implicitly and all I knew were his lips. He took from me the only thing I had left to give.

Now, I can't bear to relive my own idiocy.

— The End —