“This is the worst…sai te.” It just courses through his mind and out his lips right under his breath. Nothing he can really do about it. There, at the beach, looking through the vast expanse of finely ground stones and crushing blue waters. He found no beauty.
“What’s that mean?” Her inquiry out of impatience. The silence they shared annoyed, bothered, hurt her.
“Need to break the silence.” She thought.
“It means ‘the worst’ in Japanese.” Curt. As usual, the icy demeanor he wore as the day tired him, as the world annoyed him. Moody. As usual.
Silence. He thought in his head, “Are you uncomfortable? Is the silence bothering you?” “Yes, it is”
“Silence is golden, you should embrace it. Never was anything wrong with silence.”
A small conversation that never took place but only in his head. Never said anything to her. Instead, what came out was, “Is this what it’s like after two years? We run out of things to say?”
“I don’t know………” her face turned toward the horizon. She didn’t want to meet his eyes.
They both just watch the vast expanse of finely ground stones and crushing blue waters.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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