Her voice seemed synchronized with the ocean in a way. It was hypnotising.
I sat there and watched.
Tears welled up my eyes for no reason.
No. There was a reason.
There was million reasons.
The smile of my first crush, the touch of a hand of a close one, the laughs of friends who ran away with me from school.
The cool sound of the waves was somehow deafening, it was nice.
It took me away from the present, sending me back to each and everyone of those memories.
Every detail ran through my mind witg every crash of a wave, with every word of that song.
I wanted them all back. The times where nothing mattered. Where every moment mattered and we never knew it.
I knew I couldn't get them.
They were gone. Nothing but memories.
Out of reach, sure, but still wonderful memories.
And tears welled up my eyes.
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القصة القصيرة(Really) Short stories that some of us pass by in real life. These stories are made for comments. For seeing how everyone cope with them. These stories are for giving advice. For telling you that you're not alone.
