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. The skies were brooding,in a low and thick mood, while the ocean beat itself against the rocks with relentless thunders tuning in the moods. The town had always been quiet, in the off-season shores, a ghost in waiting to welcome you

of his secretly planned path for her, passionately with a boy that life had beaten with it tunes of poor states, who wore no name tag of esteem attached to his name. Maro Telly had come from the gutters he dwells in, of the town, a boy with calloused hands and eyes full of defiance to consume wha

ir first and last kiss to memorized. Then at last, she was ripped away from a predestined by unplanned, that do not belongs to her but packed by others, her goodbye kiss was being reduced to silence at last. Her father's men ensured to it there wa

n to make sure he finds his way back to her life. The bed still creaked, in the same way when she met him. The salt still seeped into the wood as it were in the past. And in her dreams and all her thought makes her wore a sack cl

ce how it radiants heart of people, and "that the light is for people like them who are in love and. Lost, their p

ofess to her countlessly, being pressed against each other a feeling that is so unending to navigate, as the ocean howling like a witness in the desert. Maro had kissed her thought of love, full packed with love, hope and kindness of words

were sharp and vivid in away it is too unidentical to express a thought that radiants the hearts. The paint on the walls of his loving memories, may have chipped in an untouchable words too symmetrical to forget and he is no

d. No need for names I know you. Juliet's return was a whisper that had never being left alone in that city, would

f day. The wind was so cold now with loneliness that have befallen her in her heart.Stronger than this, she wondered where Maro had gone to this particular hour when she could need his caress. Had he stayed too longer than the ti

s, and older, but is it still Maro she wondered. He was leaning against a streetlamp on the street, his coat flapping in the wind in the dead of

e didn't even wave his hands. He was just standing there and w

ent. Where she was in the inn, the waves, the storm all b

For him, Juliet's youthful affair to a nobody, had been a blemish worth erasing due to certain factors set aside other being planned, other than this. He had done what powerful men did, by removing the

t has made enough old money and clean paper trails to be respectable in the modern day society. He was presumably kind, predictable, and

ent. He wasn't cruelest of them all, he is just convinced that the world worked only when it is wheeled, and were greased by influencing path-lining of people. Jone

sees women like trophies being won, and love was like a performance that you shower with monies and gifts, and truth was a story he could well rewrite from Greek to English .Juliet had a

arances too much to be remembered. Juliet'

ed and anger. Anderson stiffened, and Taylor smirked knowingly too. Maro met Juliet's gaze and gave the faintest nod to him. The past had arrived he said unashamed of my status, and no one could ignore the quiet detonation of both of them presence and their reunion caused