Marina (7)

Her heart forever drenched in salt water. The same heart that could never cool his thirst.

It was fitting in a sordid, ironic way, that his last contact with her was when he pushed her into the sea.

Nights like these he could never be sure of what they had held together in the shared spaces they’d kept. He could only be confident about one thing – he could spend a thousand years with Marina and still never truly unveil her every hidden portal, her most minuscule desires and distractions.

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