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He had headphones tightly plugged into his ears, all he could hear was nothing but the music. As the song ensued, he started to build an ingenuity around him. He canvased him standing beside the sea while the sunsets. Far away all he saw was no one but him alone. He sat down, carved a smile on the sand but the water washed it away. He once again carved the smile and once again water washed it off. He kept on failing until suddenly he was vibrated back to reality. He realized it was his phone, he answered the phone, it was his love but it was broken and heavy. It was as if the person on the other hand was crying over something. Every sigh broke his heart into pieces. He started to rub his feet on the floor in a rage, his mind started to question him and he put great effort into ensuring to contain the other person. He prayed himself broken instead of the person he loved. He kept on thinking and soon picked up his phone, called the person he knew broke his love. Many questions were raised, many answers were voiced and decisions were made. The heated conversion ended by the voice abruptly hanging up the phone on him yet a smile was carved on his face. Time passed and he was able to rescue his love from the voice. In all this, he was broken many times, questioned on his doing many times, and was called a villain many times but he bared it all to ensure that one person he loves and whom he heard broken could be rescued to never be broken again. Once the person was rescued, he started his effort to give his love all he could. This changed him from what he was, so much so that that beach house he imagined when alone was now canvased as an apartment by the hill with his love beside him. Although he was bruised and ban-aided yet there was a smile on his face. Instances later, still in the struggle to give his love all it needs he was struck and stopped. His love complained to him that he was wrong to decide for them. His love called the voice again, and they both established the ground that it was in fact him that was broken and that it was him who needed help. His love and the voice decided that all he did was hasty, wrong and in fact, he was the villain. The voice and his love stated that he was changed and that his love was better off where it was. He saw them smiling at him. He said nothing to his love but he felt as if a knife struck him and that nothing of him remained in him. Slowly tears started to wipe down his eyes, he rubbed them off as he smiled. He waited for an end but the end never came and all he saw was waves rinsing away the smiles whilst he drew them on the sand
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