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Adam’s feet shuffled through the loose, fine sand, sinking into it slightly with each step, making the trek that much harder. The heat was unbearable, blistering. The sun was at his back, searing his skin. He had left his shirt behind an hour ago, thinking foolishly it was too hot to wear one. His eyes were fixed forward, on that shimmering in the distance. The way the ground seemed to ripple, breathe, the blue color, it had to be water, he was sure of it. Why wasn’t it getting any closer? He...

-Four Days- Something you asked me to do seems irrational to me, but you’re probably right. I still seem to chase the choice that makes no sense. An impossibility, a slim chance, I bet everything on it. Do I really want it? I always wanted stability, is it what I chose? On the first day you love me, on the second you don’t. Day three is hate, but day four is filled with sorrow. Then the first day comes back, the others follow suit. This cycle, is it a kind of twisted stability? Maybe I got wh...

-Four Days- Something you asked me to do seems irrational to me, but you’re probably right. I still seem to chase the choice that makes no sense. An impossibility, a slim chance, I bet everything on it. Do I really want it? I always wanted stability, is it what I chose? On the first day you love me, and on the second you don’t. On the third you hate me, and on the fourth you’re sorry. Then the first day comes back, the others follow again. This cycle, is it a kind of twisted stability? Maybe ...

-Four Days- Something you asked me to do seems irrational to me, but you’re probably right. I still seem to chase the choice that makes no sense though. An impossibility, a slim chance, I bet everything on it. Do I really want it? I always wanted stability, is it what I chose? On the first day you love me, and on the second you don’t. On the third you hate me, and on the fourth you’re sorry. Then the first day comes back, the others follow again. This cycle, is it a kind of twisted stability?...