Deeply absorbed in his thoughts, Reban looked at the anchor peeking out of the wet-sands, helplessly.
Oh, how he wished he had one that day, the day her frantic cries for help got drowned in the depths of the ocean.
Without a second thought, he too had jumped into the waters, but by then it was too late; she was lost already forever.
A tear trickled down his cheeks, surprising himself; he was never the one to cry yet her loss was unbearable.
As the fresh breeze blew across the valley, he felt her fragrance near; her spirit never left his side.
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