Note : This story is dedicated to all the people who think that their life will become better by itself, who just hope, and are dissapointed when their hopes fade (I am somehow one of them =/ )

~*There was a young girl who used to go by the sea at night...she liked to contemplate the reflection of the moon on the water,and this salty mist that was refreshing her pale face. She'd sometimes see lovers kissing under the stars, and her lone heart would spill bitter tears...she couldn't remember a time when she wasn't alone
it seemed to her that a hundred years since she last shares love with someone, a hundred years that she was crying for someone to dry her tears...
But every night she'd come to the sea shore, and every night she'd feel lonelier than the previous one. But she knew that somewhere, somebody was waiting for her, she knew that a better day would arrive, a day when she would no more cry, when she'd go home knowing someone was waiting for her, not out of habit, but because this person would be missing her. But seasons came and went, and she stayed faithful to the sea...they could somehow understand each other...the sea was always here to listen to the young girl's lament, and the girl just lived to watch to waves flowing, the pearl-white meerschaum caressing the shore's cement...
The winter arrived, ad the girl was still waiting for the charming prince... She'd cry without even noticing, and the tears would freeze on her skinny cheeks...
And one night, the ice reached her lone heart, and the young girl died, forever watching the mourning sea...
she thought someone was waiting for her...

Or so she hoped*~

Mutilated Archangel

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