Crossing a hardly blue crosswalk, there was a long slope leading to the sandy beach. It goes back about 3m along the embankment.
He stood on the beach chasing a slow-moving wheelchair. On the front there is a structure with a combination of steel. It is the foundation of a prefabricated hut built at the same height as the national highway. They're renovating the embankment. Steel is in a sea breeze to float red and black rust (rust). He thought of the colour of dry blood.
The sandy beach was narrowed when the steel took the place. Precautionary signs are posted.
CAUTION!
We can't make it through high waves.
He glanced offshore. Waves come from far away. A slight change in the sea so wide makes a person unable to move. People die at the slightest whim of something big.
"Should I stop wheelchairing on the beach?"
Hulka parked the wheelchair at the bottom of the slope. Remove the pet bottle from the elbow holder and stand up. He reaches out, but doesn't grasp it, and walks on the sand slightly fluttering. A strong wind makes my clothes sicken.
Walk to the opposite of steel. The bottom of the embankment was out, and the two lowered their hips there.
He looked over the beach.
"No one"
"It's a weekday. Besides, there's no sea houses or showers around here."
Hulka drank water from a pet bottle.
Where you two are, behind the slopes, all the way down from the national highway and the city, it feels like you've been kept far (to) from the world.
Then the sea was swept away with nothing to shield him from. The sun shines an orange glow in the tiredness of the day. The sky lost its bluishness and instead the sandy beach appeared blue. Nearby islands become black shadows.
It's time to show the colors that all things don't show during the day.
"You look beautiful."
He glanced at the side of Hulka. Her skin stained grey blue and revived the whiteness behind his lid (eyelid) when it was instead under the day.
"You can see it locally. It's by the lake."
Her slightly pointed lips are visible.
"Lake Tsukumi is forbidden to swim. Because it's a man-made lake."
"What do you mean?
"It's a lake built with water hoarded between the mountains, so there's no sandy beach or anything. It goes deep right off the shore."
"Then it doesn't make sense, lake"
"Doesn't make sense."
He dug sand on the heel (heel) of the loafer. You've never worn a wave, and no matter how much you dig, you get dry sand.
"Next year, that town will be unsealed."
"I know. I watched it on TV."
"I'm trying to get back to my house. College goes from there too."
"Heh. That's good."
"I have a teacher at that university who specializes in reconstruction administration in the affected areas. I want to go into that teacher's semi and when I graduate, I want to be a local civil servant and get involved in rebuilding the town"
"I'm thinking about the future."
Hulka throws up a pet bottle and catches it with both hands.
"Come and see me, too."
"I don't like it. Behind that mountain."
"Sure, it's behind the mountains, but it's a good place. It's so quiet."
"Like the bottom of a lake?
I can stare at Hulka. He nodded.
"Yeah. Like the bottom of a lake"
They were close and stained the same color. I thought he was like when we were both inside the "Cascade Shield". You'll be safe here. No one can come in without her permission. To be safe, you two have to stay close.
"Halka, why don't you come live with me?
"What?"
She flashed her face.
"Then I'll see you every day, not week 1"
"What?"
"I want to be with you all the time. I have so much to say and ask you."
He reached out and gently touched her hair. Not only do I want to say or ask, but I want to touch and stroke. I wanted to feel her still here in every way, not in the presence of distant admiration.
She let her eyes swim and turned offshore. He strokes his hair and makes his fingers split. Use your nails to see the shape of your cheeks. She's here.
I want to see it closer by my side and keep my face close. She looked at this one and turned her eyes round. Moving closer, she lays her eyes down. Dark shadows under long lashes (eyelashes) and hair (hair).
Pushing lips against lips. She was soft and dry. After not moving for a while, the lips that were tied were slightly dissolved (about) and the breath leaked.
She tried to shrug herself and let go of her lips.
"No, you can't."
He was at such a distance that her phrase was exhaled.
"Why?"
"You can't kiss or anything before you get married."
"Are you from the Meiji period?
I thought you were joking, but her eyes were serious as she pulled herself and stared at him.
"You can't even live with a man or woman who's not married. My soul is burned, and I will go to hell."
From the first time I met her, she said she didn't even have such a thump. Shaya (Saya) said it was religion.
Pink dyed hair, abusive, spicy phrases, whenever you look grumpy - there's something on the other side of those superficial layers that you don't want to get. Hell is fallen, my soul is mysterious, and then I want to touch the sincerity of clichés.
"Hell... I've seen something similar. There was nothing there."
He grabbed her arm and gave her a hug. She punches him in the chest. She looks at him. He removed his glasses and buried his face in her hair. I smell nostalgic. It smells like a bathroom shampoo that he also used while in the hospital.
Mouth it on your forehead (hives), mouth it on your cheeks, and go to your lips. He sucked her lower lip gently. Soft meat gets strapped, but it gets tightly tied again.
Now mouth all over your lips. Treat and release your fever to twitch. Her lips gradually unraveled as she was retracting it. She moves as he moves, too. I think they both have the same shape with slightly pointed lips when they leave.
He grabbed the collar (Erito) of the white shirt tightly. The pet bottle in her hand falls on the sand. He wants to catch her tighter, and he puts his hand on his shoulder. The cuffs of the diseased clothes (sochi) were wide open and could slip in very well. Let your hands go deeper and deeper into the dark. I feel like I've become a negative animal, like I'm a snake or a lizard.
I peel my clothes wet in sweat and stick to my skin at the tip of my fingers. Across a thin, meaty back, stroke down the ridge (rye) line (semen) of the spine. There was no bra string (string). The hands (palms) and the sweat on my back mix together to soak up.
She let her lips go and exhaled for a long time. The shirt collar stays grabbed. He remembered trying to pull his hand off the sleeve of his diseased clothes, diving under his armpit (wax) and turning around in front of his body. I have a soft feeling on my back. stroke to make sure of its softness. Her breasts fit perfectly in his palm. The protrusion of the top (please) is caught in the crotch of the finger.
"Let's get married. Right now."
"You touched your tits."
Her face looked like a smile from the distance her eyelashes touched.
"Well, I do think you can touch your tits every day when you're married, but I want to have a happy family with you."
"Keep it in your mind for the first half."
I kiss again. As he pointed his tongue, he touched her tongue. Surprised at its softness, it helps. Soft stuff. What do you think, touching each other, exhaling mixed up? Even that leak spares me, keeping my lips together, locking them up and making them just for the two of us.
She left her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know anything about you when it comes to marriage. Except it means virginity."
"That's all you need to know."
He strokes her hair and nods.
She gives you a face. He put his hand on her cheek. I feel so hot.
I'm not cured of my illness.
"I know. Me, too."
"All the time."
"Yeah, all the time"
"It's my whole life."
"Yeah, my whole life"
Hold her hard. Still, it feels like there's a distance between you two.
He held her up and let her sit between his legs. Put your hands around your hips and hold them tight from your crotch.
"Wow, hot (ah)..."
She snaps.
"I dream of living in that town. I want to add you to that dream."
"Don't take it personally."
"That's okay. I don't even have permission in town. Dreams are like that. But I'm glad you had a dream with me."
The sea was black and the sky was stained with purple. The sun floats between the waves with the last light in its belt when it sets. It was like a path across the ocean.
They looked at the sight flickering in front of them with the same gaze. His eyes are hurting and he wears his glasses back. I thought it was this place that went to the end of the battle.
She lay the hand on his hand.
"I want some time. I'll get back to you."
"Okay. Waiting."
He mouthed in her ear. She coughs. It also echoes in his chest bordering that back. It was like what was happening inside me.
I have the same illness my whole life. The disease that has taken so much away from him is now making him and her a parent (little) flesh. He hugged her so hard. The sweat, cough and fever that comes from it are adorable.
"Water"
"Mmm."
He picked up a pet bottle from the sand and handed it to her. The water she drinks upwards also feels like something that flows through her body. I want her pain and suffering healed.
He mouthed in her throat (throat). She sprays water.
"What are you doing?"
So he wiped the water dripping from his mouth with his hand, and he took it. Suck the droplets in the back of your hand and lick the Shizuku (Shizuku) that spills from the edge of your lips. Suck on wet lips. A pet bottle falls out of her hand again. The dried sandy beach sucks the spilled water into greed.