The wind seemed to call. The Pacific swallowed Nikki in its everlasting waves of tears shed by lovers before. It was the shade of her soul when the Coastal Guard picked up the limp, but still, miraculously, alive girl to bring her to her mother. Nikki, I was wrong. Love isn't black and white.
Love has no color but the colors of joy and sorrow.
It's not your time. She spit out the water in her mouth. All comments can be seen immediately below this form. Click here to join TYWC if you are not already a member. I think that this is one of those rare ,true love stories that can make you cry, and make you laugh.