Story sands (short piece of something i wrote)

[hao☆]

We sat on the sands of the shores of the sea. A hot sunny day, although the heat could fry a crab in broad daylight, you didn't hesitate and drag me out with you. Happy as i was with you by the beach, you told me you will leave and return soon. I waited. And waited, in the blistering, scorching sands, i still stay waiting for you. My skin is red as a lobster, and only the crashing waves cool my body. I think to myself, you'll still come back.