Footprints; softly planted on wet sand. Hand in hand, every print representing our union together down life's path. A sandcastle; delicately crafted together. Each tiny grain symbolic of our hopes and dreams. We lay by a hot, burning fire as night falls. Sheltered by a thick fog; we confide in each other. We hold close as the waves pound in the distance. Our bodies, inseparable. Our love, unquestionable. Fueled by a fire inside; our passion grows, every movement dedicated to each other. Where you end is where I begin. We drift off together; entrenched in a vice called love. Our little requiem. As many as the grains of sand; the sun has set and rose, but on this day the sun burned black; cold. I awake, only to find myself alone. I cry your name, only an echo replies. I begin to look around as our blanket of fog is uncovered by haunting wind. I hear the waves, but they sing a new song; they now sing of a bruised and darkened soul. The water; cold and black. The air; dead and heavy. Our sandcastle; smashed. Our footprints; erased by the black sea. The waves, once a song of passion now breed only sadness. The waves; they taunt me with her whispers. They torment me with her laughs. They kill me with her cries. They stab me relentlessly; over and over again. I look around. I am lost; my requiem shattered. As I cry out for my own death I think to myself, "What now then?"Birth sign: Not entered
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