I saw it coming.

I saw it coming.

Yes, I was on top of some cliff and the waves were crashing, ready to conquer me, us. But you closed my eyes with your wet, quivering hands so, you whispered, I could focus more on the feeling and not on the perspective. And now that my eyes are completely shut, yours are the ones wide open.

I am, on top of some cliff, and the waves are crashing, ready to conquer me, us. And yet I see the danger no more. Dominating inside me is this warmth I feel beside you despite the excessive coolness the wind and waters release. While you, you are, by that time, awake and back to face the truth.

And then I knew, I was only part of a fantasy. Of your fantasy.

You left me trapped in this fantasy of yours.

Now, tell me, what am I supposed to do next?