It was a sad melody that rain played on the umbrella, she looked at his eyes with all the love and lust for him. Her eyeliners started to flow, it wasn't the rain that made it.

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She found something different on his face, something of in-between anger and sorrow. She could hear the sound of heavy waves coming out from his heart.

He pushed her back, she falls down-darkness. She slightly opened the eyes, it's dusk-the twilight. She could feel the tides touching her knees. It wasn't that much cold. There was her handbag sitting next.

Her mind was blank, she couldn't find any reason why she was there. She searched for something in the bag. She got it. It was a pack of cigarettes.

She lit, the smoke started to pass through her mind and made the reality foggier. She was so high that she couldn't feel anything. She looked around and see the cliff. There colourful lights that made it like some kind of heaven up there.

She stood up and started walking towards it, she took last puff and threw the cigarette. Now she could see the steps towards up. It was narrow, there were small shops on both sides that made it narrower.

She started walking towards up looking the shops on both sides, she could see ladies in front of the shop wearing black. They all made an impression of something same.

It's been half-hour now, she felt like she was seeing the same faces again and again. She looked back, it also leads to infinity. The whole steps felt like some kind of infinite loop.

She continued walking, then she notices a scarf in a shop. It was hanging there. There was an art of dawn. She has seen that somewhere before but she couldn't find. She bought the scarf and started walking.

Then all of a sudden a face raised from the street lamps light, it was familiar-someone close. It's him. She freezes and looked at his face, his eyes met her's. But he looked at her as a stranger and passed her.

He was walking downwards to the beach, she wanted to call him but she couldn't, her lips are motionless. Now he is out of sight, now there are empty infinite steps downwards.

Then there is a call on her phone, it was a sad melody. She answered it. Now she could hear the sound of tides. No other voice from the other end.

Call hung up, then there is a stream of messages coming. It was images, the first one was she sitting on the beach. Then now it's the images of her with him, they both seem happy. She could see the scarf in those images with her.

The next one stumbled her, it was that of their wedding. There was no time for her to recover from that image. The next one came-the the last one. Now there is only her, wearing the funeral outfit. It was dated two years before. She wasn't expecting that.

The next moment she looked back, now there are no steps. She is still at the beach, she hadn't moved a bit. She could feel the tides, each one came with a hint of the past.

This is a continuation of the story that developed by @sayee

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