“Why can’t you go home, Lieutenant?” My voice filled with longing coursing through me, I spoke.
It’s 7 am, the daylight beaming from the east, the arrays I could feel the heat were no longer warm, but there’s this absence I couldn’t comprehend for a very long time.
The shore was much colder, the clouds were much greyer than before, and I felt a sorrow driven by the malady on my core. There are what-if’s, and there this you who keeps reassuring every doubts, and hesitations.
“Why can’t you go home, and run away? In my arms, you’ll be safe. In our house, there will be no more worries anymore.” I coaxed, yet I remember you shaking your head. You filled the distance, your lips against mine as they clashed. Sweet, and soft, the tender kiss we shared send thousands of butterflies swarming t
