I stared at the word I have traced on the sand few hours ago.
I'm dead. I saw my dead body and yet it's difficult for me to accept it.
"It's not fair." Finally I yelled out, causing him to sat up straight. He looked at me with a frown.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." I said, not really looking at him.
Mr. Guardian Angel/My Guider To Somewhere Far Away, gave up convincing me to take his hand and ended up lying on the beach beside me with his eyes close. I doubt he slept though.
While he was sort of napping, I was going crazy. Literally.
There was so much going on inside my tiny head. After hours of battling insanity, frustration settled in, making me wonder
I growled in frustration. He watched me worriedly. I looked at the breathtaking view of the sea and sky in front me, trying to calm my thoughts.
"I'm going crazy." I stated the obvious. "And I'm still not ready to go wherever you want to take me to." I added quickly when he raised his hand. He sighed. I smiled.
"Do you have a name?" I asked.
"No." He answered curtly.
"Can I name you?" I asked and instantly thought, what did I just said?
He didn't answer instead looked at me curiously, probably wondering what's wrong with me. I don't blame him.
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