from an omen to a remorse.

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Every healed wound I found on the land of your skin reminded me of the servant I became. For every open gash you brought to me came a stitch through my trembling fingers—a river of punctures into your stubborn skin, but you endured it with whiskey.

I thought my anticipation and hunger to each of your return would be enough to replace the honor you wanted to uphold. But after a thousand battle to defend your dignity, I accepted your design of love.

As your ship sails to the unknown ocean, I stand on the white shore to let the winds carry my quiet farewell to you. The ocean’s calm waves want to tell me to wait for the halcyon before I make my departure, but waiting from this point is a smother.

So I send an albatross to your way; may it bring you the good omen you need, and serve you the memory of a once hidden remorse.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.


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