“I don’t know what to do,” she said exasperatedly as she diverted her eyes to the now empty football field. They always sit on the same bench whenever they watch matches and engage into conversation.
“You do know what to do,” He said.
She turned her head and stared at the wounds on His wrists. The location of the wounds assured her that she’s not with a charlatan. He lifted His right hand, touched her left cheek gently and looked her in the eye, “Remember, the message is Love.”
She woke up from her reverie and wept. Those gold-speckled brown eyes will haunt her forever.
I guess you are reminded now :-)
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