Chapter-26|| drowning in your pain
The cold, subtle winds welcomed themselves, carrying the whisper of silence within. They danced within the four walls, daring to play hide and seek, and the happy curtains accompanied, fluttering themselves, mingling in an audience-less scene.
The open window, tearing apart the walls, gave the winds an open invitation, to presence themselves in an abandoned room, where the smell of baby powder lingered, and the floor held the strands of red hair.
The wind glided past the table, kissing and teasingly touching the thick book kept on the table. The teasing of the wind to the book made it overboard, and the book, catching the naughty winds, threw its arms open, fluttering its pages. The winds paused themselves, curious and peaked in, at the water-shimmered page, the inking curving, playing a dance with syllables.
There is no difference between a human and the sea,
Between a heart and the sky,
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