He was like the breath of air you take after you dive.
His words smooth to the touch, but rough enough you knew he meant what he said.
His eyes soft, but the most honest you had ever seen.
His smile genuine.
Until it was not.
Until all you could do was try and surface to gasp for air.
Until his tongue lashed like bullwhips against your ear drums.
His eyes full of hardend rage.
His smile non existent...
His gentle waves turned into tidal waves. No survivors.
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