Sea Blue
		As the cool bubbling water splashed upon the rocks, you could hear soft sounds of the wind blowing throughout the trees. A young boy stood beside a tree. He was about five foot seven. He had dark wavy auburn hair. His eyes were sea-blue, the kind that when you look into them you feel like you are lost. I couldn't resist looking at those sensuous curves of his bulging muscles. Jayson was clearly in deep thought. You see his best friend, Brian, was slowly slipping away from his life through a malignant tumor. The water that splashed into a fine mist reminded him of the separation that was slowly creeping up on them, trying to separate their friendship forever. The reality of death itself was heavy upon his shoulders seemed like a dream. It couldn't be possible. Jayson was at a loss. Suddenly he cried out, "How could you take him away, when I have done everything that you have asked me to do." The loudness of his voice, the anger, the frustration, the uncontrollable emotions were very disturbing. You could see the grief in his eyes. It looked as if the sea blue flowed from his eyes.
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