Storm
That night he calmed me down by saying it. "It'll all be fine. I will reach out for you first. I promise." His words hugged me so tight that I even lost my own words. That night he calmed the storm inside of me. That night, 4 months ago. Since then, there were no storm ever hits me. Yes. There is no storm, but I might be dead slowly waiting for him on the seashore. I might be dead, either by being swallowed up by the tide waiting too long for him or by myself who desperately try to swim the ocean looking for his sign.