The woman was on the seashore, begging for a farewell that he considered a preci

The woman was on the seashore, begging for a farewell that he considered a precious gift. I had fought so hard, But now she felt exhausted from dreaming.. The sand embraced his feet, while his eyes filled with salt water. His heart, worn out and tired, I longed for that farewell. It did not end with his own torment because, despite the sadness, A spark of hope still lingered, although it was slowly fading like a shooting star. The shells crunched on the shore, imploring him not to exhaust that last drop of hope. They were as white as the dreams he once had, but his hands were shaking with fatigue, knowing that she had never been loved.