Seaside

“Out of all the horrendous things you’ve seen in this world, which one saddens you the most?” 

I consider his question for a while before giving my answer. 

It’s 4:30 PM and we are looking over at the horizon, watching the medley of orange hues blend with the sea. The harsh wind blew against our stricken faces as we stare blankly at a perfectly painted scene. 

I turn to face him and say, “It’s when love slowly morphs into hate.” 

He hangs his head between his shoulders as I watch regret flood all over his expression. 

I look back at the magnificent view in front of us, and all I see is water.

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