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The Oceanview (Adult) (The Other World)

 

 

The boy Robert was back on the dark shore. A place he hadn’t seen in so long…. The oceanview.

 

On the ocean and beach, it was night-time.

 

“Miss Yoko?!” He called out, loudly. He hoped that she was waiting for him, here.

 

Someone was sitting on the beach, very close to the shore with waves splashing.

 

Was the person…. Naked?

 

“…. Miss?” Robert approached the person.

 

Getting closer, he could tell it was the younger Yoko. Her right leg was pulled back, her knee in the air as it was bent. Her left leg was straight on the beach’s sand, her toes near the water.

 

“Miss?”

 

The girl’s elbows were supporting herself on the sand. Her breasts and nipples stuck out as a result of her lifting her chest, but it was too dark to make them out fully. Only a little bit of nipple and breast showed in the night. Their forms were somewhat visible in the dark of the oceanview.

 

“Oh! …. It’s you, again….!”

 

Yoko noticed the familiar boy coming towards her.

 

“Robert! I knew you’ll come back! Come sit down!” Yoko exclaimed as Robert got closer to her.

 

“…. You’re naked.”

 

She smiled. “I know. It’s ok. Sit down.”

 

The boy stood a few feet away, a short distance from his miss.

 

The boy felt his strong desire upon seeing a naked, twenty-eight-year-old Yoko from the year he was in.

 

Wait…. Was she twenty-nine, now?

 

“My desire….” His erection. The young woman was sitting on the beach, just off the shore. Her body was simply naked.

 

It was too much for him to look at. The boy felt controlled by her.

 

She frowned as her dark eyes looked at him. “Is everything all right? You can sit down.”

 

“I-I-I….” He stopped his stuttering and sat down besides her to her left, walking a bit to close the gap’s reach between him and her.

 

“It’s ok, Robert. Sit down with me.”

 

In the strong, powerful echo of the oceanview, a song from miss Yoko’s youth was quietly playing. It had quiet, chanting male vocals. The male voice continuously said: “Let it come streamline…. Let it come in time…. Let it come streamline…. Let it come in time….”

 

The boy had a feeling the name of it was “Streamline”. The song itself even had a “streamlined” sound to it, if that made sense. It was like a form that would allow air or water to flow through it: Taking things slowly, moving slowly but with purpose.

 

Something about it reminded him of the waves in the night ocean…. Flowing gently through time.

 

“It’s nice sitting on this beach, isn’t it, Robert?” She placed her left hand on top of his right. He was sitting cross-legged beside her, his hand resting to his side on the sand.

 

“It is special…. Yoko.” His erection was still present from looking at her naked. The boy moved around a bit, to conceal and get rid of it.

 

The overall tone was dreamy, in a relaxing way. A strong and forceful drumbeat.

 

 

“…. I remember I listened to this song a lot when I was suicidal, when I was a youth.”

 

Instant, sudden shock from Robert. “Wha-what?”

 

“Ya. I wanted to kill myself sometimes back then. But this song was so uplifting. I didn’t want to go through that pain. So, I listened to this song with friends and by myself, alone in my room. I loved it. We loved it. You have no idea what it did for me…. and us.”

 

Mr. Robert was speechless. “Oh…. I don’t know what to say.”

 

“That’s ok. You don’t have to say anything. I’m just telling you some of my life. You don’t have to feel suicidal yourself, either.”

 

Her hand gripped his, tightly.

 

“Do you feel that? It’s my life.”

 

Her hand was warm…. A strange enemy to the cool, night air.

 

“…. I feel it….”

 

“Streamline” was soothing…. Like the night’s waves. So quiet….

 

“Why were you suicidal when you were a youth, miss?”

 

The fresh smell of the cool, night air flooded miss Yoko’s lungs.

 

“It doesn’t matter….” She shrugged him off.

 

She breathed the cool night in and out with her every breath.

 

“I can’t be bothered to care, anymore.”

 

The ocean’s salty smell was carried to her in the night’s air.

 

“…. Anymore?” The boy Robert questioned.

 

“…. Ya. It was so, so long ago. I can’t remember why I was going through a deep sadness.”

 

“Something about what you’re saying is bothering me, Yoko.”

 

She put her left arm and hand around his left shoulder and across his back. “There’s nothing to be concerned about. As I said before, you can feel I’m alive.”

 

“…. Don’t hurt yourself, miss. I don’t want you to feel pain.”

 

She gave a small smile and pushed her head to her left, into his trapezius and neck region. The girl’s head rested in the gap of his shoulder and neck.

 

Feeling her life for a long time, the boy rested his head a little to his right. Their heads fell together.

 

“I am so loved….” Robert said.

 

“Ya. You are. By me. By your parents.”

 

“But I feel nothing.”

 

She lifted her right had up to his heartbeat, but then moved the hand up to his neck. It softly felt his neck’s flesh.

 

“Miss, are you going to choke me?....”

 

She smiled, as her mouth tightened. “I’m not going to choke you. I’m feeling your neck.”

 

His skin had become very warm from being in contact with her naked body. The cool, night wind did nothing to stop his powerful heat, and the powerful warmth she was heating her boy with.

 

Yoko took her bent right leg and straightened it out, bending at the knee. Going into her boy, she curled-up her thighs together, squeezing her vagina against their meat. The “V” between her legs formed on her figure.

 

Her pushed her legs over the sand, bringing them close to the boy Robert.

 

“Ah!” He felt his erection come back. Her position was forcing him to spread his crossed-legs, open for his clothed penis to be exposed to the air.

 

“You don’t need to hide it. I don’t care.”

 

He had no words left for her.

 

“Robert…. I made it out of this dream I was in.” The young woman’s voice was a whisper over the quiet ocean and the quiet “Streamline” playing in the atmosphere of this world.

 

It was so soothing. The young woman’s whisper matched the quiet song’s flow and quiet wave’s flow of this ocean world.

 

“A dream?” He was unaware she had been in the forest.

 

“Ya….” She continued to whisper to him. “…. Somewhere far, you could say. I didn’t recognize where I was. I was kinda nowhere.”

 

“That…. Sounds scary.” “Streamline” never stopped playing. It was a flowing sound, in a atmosphere far away on the beach’s extremely wide and dark shore.

 

“Oh, it was. It was a forest somewhere. I was an enemy of it. My life was trying to kill me. I was horrified.”

 

“…. When did you….?”

 

“When you were seeing me two years from now, right? I was in my condo’s unit, too. I fell out a window. That’s how I got in the dream…. I think I died.”

 

“…. W-What?”

 

“But how do I look, two years from now? Do I look ugly?”

 

The boy couldn’t help but laugh. “Fuck no. You don’t even look older. You look how you did when you were a younger lady.”

 

She sighed. “That’s good to hear. I haven’t changed, huh?”

 

“No. You still have problems going to sleep. The meditation and lavender oil doesn’t do much for you.”

 

Miss Yoko giggled. “Oh, well. Nothing ever changed for me, huh?”

 

“Well, I put you to sleep. Kind of how I feel this song is putting me to sleep….”

 

It was. The flowing sound of it, combined with the flowing waves, created an ideal sleeping environment for him and her.

 

“Oh. You put me to sleep, huh? I appreciate that….”

 

He felt his eyes close a little. Yoko stroked his thick hair with her right hand, dark and hidden in the night. This caused his eyes to close a little more.

 

“But in the forest I found myself in…. There was so much pain. Every branch, every tree wanted to kill me. I thought I was going to kill myself, Robert. I couldn’t get rid of my pain.”

 

“Streamline” had been playing for a while. The song had flowed all across the extremely huge, endless oceanview and stretching, night beach. It’s nostalgic sound of long ago had covered the oceanview world.

 

“Ya. But then I remembered myself, when I was younger. I saw waves of my visions flood beneath me, turning the forest into a small sea. The visions showed me, when I was a girl. Only positive visions…. Only positive memories.”

 

“Streamline” was echoing with strange, music box-like sounds. The “flow” sound, like water or air travelling, had gone away.

 

“I think seeing that girl so full of life killed my thoughts of death. I couldn’t do it. The dream was painful, but I couldn’t end it. I remembered the girl who had been so full of life…. and I never let myself die.”

 

“So…. like looking at a sea or ocean? You were overwhelmed by how otherworldly it was? Nothing like it could exist on this planet…. But your visions were real?”

 

“Ya…. It was like I was looking into a girl, on an undiscovered planet.”

 

“But you had discovered it…. You were alive back then….”

 

“Yes. But I forgot her. So, it was something I never had seen.”

 

As the living young woman Yoko finished her words…. Words she never wasted…. the mysterious, music box-like sounds of “Streamline” gave way to the song’s finish. The music box sounds disappearing, it was followed by slowly fading away into the distance of the beach, into a silence of night.

 

“I remembered her.”

 

The faded “Streamline”, quiet in the ocean atmosphere, gave way to the quiet sounds of dark, night waves.

 

“I forgot about that song. I can’t believe I did. I wished to hear it again…. Experience its sound….”

 

“Oh, Yoko….” The boy felt his heart give a sudden beat for her. Cool air entered his lungs.

 

“Somehow…. I feel I can breathe clearer. It was because you told me that, Yoko.”

 

He was cryptic, but the young woman felt his mind had “breathed her in” …. or her life story was having a strong impact on his heart.

 

Distant sounds of life could be heard in her “Streamline” place, when it faded. Somewhere off the beach, there was a night town…. Or night city…. Or something night.

 

Soothing.

 

 

A wall of noise…. To the extreme right of the beach they were sitting on. Who knows where it was coming from.

 

“Thank you for telling me about your dream, miss.”

 

“Oh. Your welcome.”

 

“Did you really die in your condo?”

 

She smiled, a slight movement of pink lips. “Ya. I fell out my window. I think the pain of the forest brought me back to life, Robert.”

 

The salty ocean air, cool in the night. It blew through both of their nostrils.

 

“I discovered by visions in the forest’s waves.”

 

“So…. you saw your life?”

 

The girl nodded. “Ya. I did see my life. Something about it made me powerful. I didn’t want to through away the visions I was looking at. I had lived and created them. Why would I forget?....”

 

Robert got up, slowly.

 

“Are you going somewhere, Robert?” She took her head off her comfortable resting position on his neck and shoulder.

 

“I’m dunking my head in the ocean.” He began to walk to the shore. A few steps, and he was there.

 

“I haven’t even been in the ocean yet….” She muttered to herself. Yoko seemed like she was reminiscing about something.

 

The boy walked down to the ocean. He took his socks off and left them on the shore, where a few splashing waves got them wet.

 

Lifting his feet into the water, he moved into the shallow depths. Yoko watched him move through the water.

 

He bent himself over as he got his jeans wet. The boy dipped and dunked his face and thick, dark hair into the ocean, leaving his eyes open so he could see the blurry underwater night.

 

Her powerful eyes soothed into him in the night, watching his back.

 

Taking his head out, his hair was soaked and spread out all across his face, covering much of his vision-although he could still see the night and miss Yoko.

 

…. It was much like how he had previously dunked his head in the oceanview in-between life visions…. Which was so much earlier in this long, long day.

 

The young woman watched him on a spot of beach. Her right hip curved and flexed in her posture, her legs folded to her left side. Her eyes were completely unblinking and focused on only him. Her crème arms and hands were resting on sand, to her left side with her thick and strong, lovingly nearly-golden thighs.

 

Robert’s hair dripping, he walked his bare feet out of the ocean and back to shore. He picked up his socks, lying to his right, and walked back to the naked girl.

 

His view of her showed herself, covered in darkness. Only the littlest details of her body, including her eyes.

 

Her took his socks in his left hand and sat down next to the naked woman. The same side he had before.

 

She ran her left hand through his dripping hair, which was making the beach wet much in the same way the life visions had made the shore drip with water and become soaked.

 

She continued to stroke him, slowly and carefully.

 

“A sound of something in the distance, outside….” This boy said suddenly. Yoko took her hand of his hand for a moment, slowly moving her fingers away, as he pushed a thick lock of hair that was falling on his right-side of his forehead away with his right hand, locking it behind his ear.

 

He let out a breath, and the young woman was silent. “Ya…. It’s a mystery. If you’re a distance away. When you get closer…. It becomes clear what the sounds are.”

 

This night was the earth’s dream of no noise. There were no cicadas living.

 

Only the mystery, extremely distant noise of…. What he and she heard every day they lived.

 

Sitting on the shore, boyfriend and girlfriend looked out at the oceanview. She didn’t stop petting his soaking, dark hair.

 

The boy, Robert, spoke to the girl.

 

He and she remembered a past, the uplifting and the upsetting of its time.

 

“The enemy of life needs to be destroyed. They are the parasites of humanity.”

 

She listened to a quiet breeze of night. She was surprised this boy was suddenly speaking to her about this.

 

“…. Death. What they long for, I will grant them.”

 

….

 

“I would do it, if I could. I would kill them. I wish there was a way of love. There is no peace with parasites. But then, they wouldn’t be parasites in the first place.”

 

The quiet breeze.

 

“I’m not trying to scare them. That’s wrong. I’m trying to help parasites die. I’m trying to get rid of humanity’s parasites.”

 

The quiet distance.

 

“Extreme fools require extreme measures. It’s the only way of survival for humanity.”

 

“But the only way…. is a primitive one.”

 

“It’s better…. Killing. They don’t know what love is.”

 

The girl listening….

 

“If I’m crazy, I’ll be the crazy that gets rid of ironic parasites, lying to themselves about being scum.”

 

Breeze.

 

“I’ll prevent myself from becoming a war-lover. The control to only destroy parasites. But that’s not crazy.”

 

Distance.

 

“Humanity was never a disease. But they exist…. Those who think it was a disease. The parasites.”

 

Girl listening.

 

“I don’t want them to have funerals. I’ll drown them in an ocean. Hope no one finds their bodies…. Their loved ones don’t need to bury those who were parasites in life. They should not feel sadness for them.”

 

The young lady spoke up.

 

“Robert…. Don’t take this the wrong way…. but your methods seem too extreme.”

 

The boy was quiet in the night. “Too extreme is just right for how extreme fools they are.”

 

The young lady looked sad. “But…. I don’t want to see parasites die, Robert…. They’re so natural.”

Robert’s silence was frightening. The night spun and jumped into the ocean…. Scared of the darkness around him.

 

“They need to be killed out of existence. They are the problems of their existence.”

 

“It’s like a poor dog, whimpering, knowing it’s going to die. We’ll put the dying dogs, down. For their own health.”

 

“I wished for love. But they had to be born. For some reason, the parents created an enemy of humanity.”

 

“So scared, they are going to be killed by the world. Their defense is useless. The only solution is their death.”

 

“Love has been lost. Nature will kill them, absorb them into the ground.”

 

“I want to see fires burn. Let’s do it, Yoko. You and me. We are strong and crazy. We can put them back into the earth.”

 

The strong goddess lady smiled, shyly. It was unusual for her-weird-she was never smiling anything but confidence and assertiveness.

 

“…. I am strong. But I think it’s so extreme….”

 

“They belong, connected with nature, miss.”

 

“But they deserve life too, Robert.”

 

“Yes. They can live in nature. When we bury them under the ground.”

 

“…. No. I can’t accept. Problems are needed to balance-out nature. Humanity’s enemies are a problem, but it does no good to get rid of something that balances out the world.”

 

“What do you mean….?”

 

“If they never existed, humans would never be able to deal with a problem of an enemy who wants to see them dead.”

 

“Yoko….”

 

“There has to be destruction pushing against nature. A menace, dangerous and evil. That’s their purpose of life. Without it, humans wouldn’t know how to face an enemy. They would crumble under pressure of a menace.”

 

“…. The menace, a role as evil and dangerous people, is a purpose of life.”

 

“…. Yes. A menace has a purpose that is not crazy. They help to introduce humanity to evil and danger.”

 

“That’s what this crazy humanity needs to grow…. Robert. Humanity needs to be exposed to danger and evil.”

 

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” Robert questioned.

 

“It is so crazy. But it’s not truly worthless. That would be a mistake on an enemy’s part: thinking life is worthless, thinking their extremity does not require extreme solutions to a problem they lie to themselves about. Enemies are hostile, a need to be destroyed comes from the problem of them existing.” The goddess lady, miss Yoko, spoke.

 

“We will destroy them, with a crazy life purpose. The enemies of humanity.”

 

“…. We’ll give back to nature. They will learn to love nature, as they did when they were born.”

 

“…. In ourselves, we see what they hated of us never meant anything to them. A false lie, to justify a dying life. They should live a little, to make humanity understand an enemy, the pain of an enemy. Then, when humanity has had enough of them, enemies will be put down. They never breathed fresh air.”

 

“Enemies need to fulfill a life purpose so humanity understands threats and evil. Evil that threatens to kill humanity.”

 

“What a natural life purpose. I don’t have any. I’m not natural at all. So crazy.”

 

“Ya. They helped create a better humanity, a strong fight against threats. It’s to the point of a crazy existence. But the crazy truly helps humanity.”

 

“And the enemies will drown in the ocean.” He looked out to the vast oceanview. In a way, it was terrifying…. There was no end, there was no limit to how deep it was….

 

“Would anyone find them? Deep down there?”

 

“…. Who knows.”

 

She giggled. “Ok, Mr. saviour of humanity. You’re scaring me. Calm down. Take some deep breaths, huh?”

 

He breathed in and out, soothing his pounding, beating heartbeat.

 

“There’ll be gone…. Deep down there.”

 

“They need to serve a life purpose of being an enemy, first. Before they are buried deep.”

 

“Heh-heh. You are deranged, miss.”

 

“No. Robert. What’s deranged is what happens to you-alive or dead- that far deep below water. Alive-thoughts become scrambled on a otherworldly planet. No breath. That creates a deranged mind. Dead-the corpse is dissolved into the water. Even thinking about that…. Is extreme.”

 

“Someone alive that deep…. Their mind becomes deranged. They are lost. They can’t breathe. They can’t think. A vision is a blur. They can’t make out what’s real…. Nothing is real…. The other world is faded.”

 

“It’s scary…. Yoko.”

 

“The other world is scary.”

 

“They won’t back down. There are too foolish to.”

 

“That’s natural. As long as they fulfill their purpose to fill humanity with hate and pain. Without them fulfilling the life purpose, we’re weak fighting against hate and evil.”

 

“So, I thank them. We are strong because they exist.”

 

He looked at the distance.

 

“On the way down to the deep ocean, they have a long time to reflect on their lives. Maybe they’ll love themselves, when they finally reach the dark of the ocean. Alone in the dark…. With their evil thoughts.”

 

“Never backing down from the dark. The dark doesn’t scare them. But it was never trying to, it’s a natural depth of a world. They are fools…. I’ll give them that.”

 

A sigh from this boy. “Humanity is so close to being healthy. But the parasites remain. Our enemies live. Without breathing fresh air. It makes sense for enemies of humanity to die eventually: They can’t breathe fresh air.”

 

A strong gust of wind that came from nowhere. It carried with it a big white seashell, blown from the shore, with a spiral pattern and deep indentations on it…. Though the spirals were difficult to make out in the dark, and the white looked black. In the night, it was a black shell with deep spirals on it’s mollusk exoskeleton.

 

“Oh!” Miss Yoko replied in response to the sizeable seashell bouncing on her left shoulder. Her brown hair, loose across her left shoulder and falling on the breast on that side, blew strands throughout it in the strong wind, although it did not move. The dark hair over her breast fluttered in the breeze a little.

 

Robert glanced at the deep, spiral seashell. His miss picked it up with her left hand, admiring it. Her elbow lifted off the beach’s sand.

 

“It’s pretty. I can see it’s pretty in the dark…. Interesting spirals, huh?”

 

He studied it’s spirals in agreement. They were very deep, and the seashell was very big. It was about the size of twenty-small seashells, formed as one on the beach.

 

“It’s visual.”

 

“Visual?”

 

“Ya. The deep spirals and how big it is.”

 

 

“Oh.” Her response: “Well…. I think I have….” The girl set the big and deeply spiral seashell down in front of her, on the beach’s sand.

 

“This thing.”

 

The woman spread her crème, meaty legs a little from her position…. Her skin colour dark in the night.

 

Her pink vagina was a little more exposed to air. Reaching down with her right arm and taking her elbow off the sand, she reached into her vagina.

 

“Miss-?” Alarm from him.

 

Out of her pink vagina she produced a huge, dark-brown pinecone with upper-edges of an almost-gray colour. Next to coming out of her, the pink, the dark-brown and the gray colours were visually-stimulating to look at. The dark of the night revealed enough to tell the colours of both the pinecone and vagina.

 

“Uhh-uhhhh….” He didn’t know what response to give.

 

Yoko held it in her right hand, near the mid of her legs, and closed them a little. The seashell was held in her left hand. Both hands were held in the same position, the same distance from either hand, both with her arms elbows bent. Her palms faced upwards, and wind ran through them.

 

“Ya. It’s weird. But I had no way to carry it. I didn’t want to hold it in my hand the whole way. Putting it in my mouth tastes gross, you know.”

 

“Oh-oh. How…. On earth did you fit it up there?”

 

She shrugged.

 

“But…. You fit that huge thing up yourself?!”

 

She was indifferent. “Ya. I did.”

 

The pinecone was around the same size as the deep, spiral seashell.

 

“I’m surprised.” The girl started to say: “I’m surprised the none of the bits of it fell off when I pulled it out.” She was right in her observation. Nothing had broken off it in her vagina.

 

“…. I’m not sure if I should be terrified of you or be proud of you for doing that, miss Yoko.”

 

She laughed quietly and deeply. “Both. Be both. It felt hella weird to carry inside me.”

 

The young woman put it to her nose. “It smells fresh too-.”

 

“Ok…. That’s great. I hope it does.” He was not amused or interested in her smelling the pinecone.

 

“…. Sorry.” Her apologetic voice was a monotone deep. “It’s gross for you. Sorry.” She said again in her monotone and deep, feminine voice.

 

Robert had thought her putting something from nature in her vagina was gross…. And the young woman smelling it, as well.

 

…. But then he realized…. It was just another part of her resourceful and “get the job done” ways. It was nothing for him to be disgusted over.

 

“…. No. I’m sorry. You just wanted to carry it. You were naked, so what you did made sense. A little extreme, but that’s you.”

 

“Oh.” She sounded surprised. “…. Thank you. I’m surprised you don’t mind.”

 

“No, I don’t. You never had anything to be sorry for.”

 

He lifted his right hand to her, and let it stay in the air, a motion for her to give him the pinecone. She gave him it, and he held it in his right hand…. Showing her, he was fine touching the nature she had put in her vagina.

 

“It’s alright. I’m ok touching it. It’s a big pinecone you found, miss.”

 

“…. Thanks.”

 

Robert gave the big pinecone back to his girlfriend, setting it down slowly in her right hand.

 

She set the big pinecone-about the size of twenty-small pinecones- down on the beach’s sand, next to the right of the spiral seashell, which she set down on the sand first, near her left thigh.

 

The deep and spiral seashell…. The serrated and tree-like pinecone…. Slept next to each other on the beach.

 

“I took this from the forest, Robert.” She lifted her left leg and swept it around the outside-left of the area where the nature ornaments were. Her leg placed very softly on the sand. With her right hand, she gently moved the pinecone and seashell against the sand grains, creating a very silent sound of sand being dragged in the day’s night.

 

The boy looked down at them, as Yoko took her hand off the ornaments.

 

“They’re beaut-.” Robert stopped himself, thinking it was wrong.

 

Miss Yoko simply stared at him with her huge and curious eyes, now showing in the dark. Her mouth was in her downturned expression and was tightened at her mouth, focusing on him.

 

“-No. That’s wrong. It’s air. It’s nothing.”

 

“That word?” He response, curious.

 

“Ya. It’s nothing but a word. I’m breathing it out, but my breath is useless.”

 

She laughed. “I think your overthinking it. That’s ridiculous.”

 

“It’s never been anything but wasting breath, my miss.”

 

“Why? Because you think it’s just a word or something?”

 

He suddenly threw her arms around Yoko in a light hug.

 

“Oh!” Her surprise.

 

“I want to throw my arms around you and hug you, miss. I never had had even a little to say to you. But I want to hug you. Please.”

 

He remained in a hug with her like this for a while…. From what they felt like it was. In truth, hardly any time passed for them by the oceanview.

 

Yoko couldn’t help but give life to a small smile and close her eyelash-full eyes. She felt as if she was sleeping.

 

“Robert…. Do you mind if I go to sleep, here…. For a little?”

 

“Not at all, miss. You have everything to be sleepy over.”

 

The goddess lay down on her left shoulder, slowly and carefully directed by this boy onto the sand’s grains.

 

Letting her head and neck down carefully, he used his left hand to control her limp neck and align her head so she would feel no pain from her head and neck moving weakly in an unnatural direction, limping down without any support from a hand.

 

“Have a dreamy sleep, miss Yoko.” He rested her head and neck on the sand grains-while she lay to her left, her left shoulder in a relaxed and comfortable position a little in front of her body.

 

“I’ll dream, too.” Robert preceded to lay down behind her…. facing the night ocean along with her, in a similar position to miss Yoko.

 

Feeling the surprisingly cool sand as cool air passed through them and swept their hair in wind, Yoko and this boy remained awake, looking out at the night ocean.

 

The boy could see the young woman’s chest rise and fall, behind her, as she breathed deeply…. Almost meditatively.

 

“Miss…. Are you meditating?”

 

“…. Ya….” She said, very quietly. Almost a whispering deep and womanly voice.

 

“…. Oh….” His sleepy reply, matching her whispering tone. She was focused on mediating.

 

“…. Sleep….” The only word she whispered in a deep, sleepy voice.

 

Robert looked at her body and dark hair from behind. Overlooking her, he saw and heard the quiet night water.

 

 

“…. Her dreams….”

 

 

Sometime, boy and woman fell asleep, a little into their night spent together.

 

 

Their dreams flowed he and she’s creations of colour…. Over the oceanview’s dark.

 

 

But before he fell into a sleep, his hand created a touch on her shoulder.

 

 

 

Waking up, the night had never left at all.

It was so early into the night of the oceanview.

 

The day was not close to dying.

 

The young woman Yoko was the first awake.

 

“Ah, come on you silly! Get up!” The girl threw a small seashell at him.

 

“Ah!” His surprise from being hit by the seashell.

 

“Ha-ha-ha!” She laughed loudly at her powerful throw and Robert’s reaction to the seashell. “Wake up!” Yoko threw another seashell, this time to the back of his head. She realized at the last second that she had put a little too much power into it.

 

“Owww! Yoko! That hurt!”

 

She laughed quietly regardless. “Ha-ha-ha…. Sorry. Didn’t meant to throw it so hard.”

 

He looked at her, his body sideways on the beach; he breathed a sigh.

 

“Jesus, you’re so rough.”

 

“Ya. Ha-ha-ha!” She was laughing loudly, amused by his reactions to her seashells.

 

He breathed another deep sigh; “But I guess you’re not wrong. I should get up.”

 

“Ya. He-he.” She was still amused by him. Her laughter had died down a lot.

 

Robert took his body off the ground, pushing himself up with his arms.

 

“I’m going to go wash my face in the water, miss!” He called to her on the beach.

 

“Ok, Robert!” She called back to him, as he moved far near the shore.

 

A sudden splash of a dark wave. It hit Robert on his front, splashing water on his shirt and jeans, now wrinkled from laying on them.

 

“Ahhh! The water is so cold! I’m so soaked!” Robert blurted out in a sudden shock. He felt his eyelids: They were heavy and sleep, sleep crust in them, and felt weak around the skin they were placed in.

 

In the distance, on the beach, Yoko giggled quietly at him. “He-he-he….” Her mouth looked to form a big smile from Robert’s far distance away; it could even be seen on her in the dark.

 

Seven or eight cicadas quietly chirping on the beach and shore, from far distances, different directions; some held a long chirp, some chirped in short bits. One sounded half-like a frog…. Another sounded almost like a bird. Two cicadas, in different directions: One a distance away, one close by, chirped sharp and quick chirps, very close to each other in sound.

 

“Urrghhh…. Stop laughing…. Miss….” He took his right hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to take the sleep crust out of them. The boy felt a few pieces of crust fall out, either on the tips of his fingers or in the shallow shore’s water.

 

He felt his balance slip…. It was a sudden rush of surprising tiredness he felt.

 

“Ahhh-!” He tried to catch himself. Too late. His eyelids closed a little.

 

Overhead, an airplane made noise as it flew by in the dark sky. Four gold lights, seen in a rectangle from the dark beach. One blinking white light, on the back of the airplane, behind the four gold lights.

 

“Wow…. W-wow!” Robert fell on his back, from the shore to the ocean. His high-pitched exclamation was over-sounded by the sound of the airplane in the dark sky.

 

“Hahaha!” Miss Yoko let out a strong laugh, not afraid to hold back herself. “Ya. I think you’re still tired.” The young woman’s laugh, and deep voice was also over-sounded by the sound of the passing airplane in the dark sky.

 

“Urgh….” He lay on the sand under the water he had fallen on. “My head is tired. Miss….”

 

She giggled. “Hehehe!” The sound of the airplane was fading. Yoko’s giggling could be heard a bit clearer than a moment ago.

 

“I’ll go to sleep here. I’m still tired.” Robert said loudly, but groggily. He didn’t care his shirt was soaked.

 

“But I want to talk to you more…. You know.” The young woman loudly exclaimed to him, from the distance she was at. Her voice was a feminine combination of a deep woman’s voice and a high-pitched girl’s voice. It carried to the shore of the beach.

 

The gold and white lights and plane’s shape were a contrast to the dark sky. It flew by slowly…. Eventually out of sight of the oceanview’s beach. The sound of it flying in the quiet and dark night on the beach vanished.

 

“Ya, ya. I know, Yoko!” He called back, loudly to the beach. His voice, to, was a combination of a boy and a man; the boy was high-pitched, the man had a deep voice.

 

“Awww….” He floated on the shallow water in the ocean-his naked feet off the shore.

 

“Hey! Stop relaxing! I want to talk to you, Robert!” Yoko called out, loudly in her deep voice. The airplane was gone out of sight, which made her voice easy to hear once again. Her voice was deep in the night.

 

“Ya, ya, ok, ok, miss!” He called back: “I think I was going to fall asleep here!” His voice was deep in the night.

The boy got out of the water. He started walking to the shore, stepping on and off it, and making his way to the beach where Yoko was.

 

He felt his feet and toes on the sand…. A feeling his body hadn’t felt in a long time.

 

“W-Wow-wow….”

 

A sudden strong gust of wind. It came from some direction a few distant, quiet cicadas were chirping, one of them a cicada making the sharp and quick sounds from a distance.

 

Robert felt himself almost blow-over on the beach in the strong wind.

 

“Ah, come on!” It was Yoko: “You’re gonna let the wind blow you over?!” Her deep voice.

 

“Urghh…. It’s strong.”

 

The boy was now much closer to her on the beach. His socks had been left in the spot where miss Yoko and he had fallen asleep earlier in the night, a short distance from the shore.

 

“Uuurrghhhh…. It’s about time. You move so slow.” The curvy girl’s exasperated cry at her displeasure.

 

“Sorry…. You move really fast, Yoko.”

 

She shrugged. “Ya. I do. I’ve been told that a lot.”

 

They faced each other on the beach, a few feet away in the dark night.

 

Miss Yoko threw her arms around Robert in a hug. “Miss? Is something wrong?” He was alarmed by her hug.

 

She pulled her boyfriend closer to her, guiding his neck and head with her hands, careful not to apply too much pressure to him.

 

“…. Whoever you were….” She remembered in a deep and thoughtful voice. With her boyfriend’s head and neck pulled into her and under her control…. the near-gold coloured girl gave him a soft kiss on his right cheek-letting her naturally pink and soft lips linger a bit on his sensitive cheek’s skin…. While she puckered her lips for him.

 

“…. Oh…. Mr. Robert….?” She sounded innocent. That was so unusual for her. Yoko never sounded innocent. She wasn’t innocent to begin with.

 

The boy Robert…. A little more so.

 

“…. You’re crying?....”

 

Was the boy…. Crying? The young woman felt something like tears on the right side of her face.

 

She laughed, loudly next to his ear. “Boy, you’re like a girl. We get real emotional.” She seemingly didn’t care how loud and expressive her deep laugh and deep voice was close to next to his ear.

 

He loved her voice and laugh. He wanted her to give a strong laugh loudly, and her wanted her strong and powerful voice to talk loudly.

 

It made the boy remember she was full of life.

 

He had chosen to believe that about her.

 

 

The seven or eight cicadas on the beach had turned into…. About ten or eleven. As a result, they were a bit louder from all directions on the beach, but most of the new ones chirped undistinctive, quiet chirps near the young woman and boy.

 

A new, lone cicada chirped quietly on the distance of the beach. A small spot of sand, hidden by the beach’s darkness, before slowly getting closer to where the young woman and boy were.

 

The lone cicada chirped on the boy’s left side, a bit in front of him, while Yoko had her back to it, while she was holding the boy, her hands feeling him. The night animal was very near. Pulsing and vibrating loud chirps in single and double bursts…. These chirps sounded like they were trying to talk to the boy Robert.

 

He was listening…. But only understood miss Yoko’s soothing breath, deep and on his throat. A few little sounds from her deep voice was heard with her breaths as she breathed them out onto her boy.

 

The cicada could be made out where it was in the night from its sounds…. Chirping that vibrated in the air ever so slightly. Almost, perhaps so close to not existing…. But the cicada did exist, and its chirping was very real on the oceanview’s beach.

 

The cicada sounded…. As if it was longing for something…. On the beach.

 

The sexy young woman felt her lover’s back, as it soaked with ocean water on her hands and fingers.

 

The mystery lady pushed her hands into Robert…. Nothing but a little touch on his spine.

 

“Robert…. Did you want to see me as an older adult?”

 

His few tears fell more on her right cheek. He was crying just a little.

 

“Why? Does your life exist for much longer…. My miss?....”

 

“Yes, Robert…. I live for a long time.”

 

Something about this made him cry a little more. A tear fell into her huge left eye-but she remained unblinking.

 

“You don’t remember any of those years of your life though, don’t you? You have no visions from those years…. They haven’t even happened yet.”

 

Her hands and fingers dug into his spine gently, wet from his soaked shirt.

 

“Well…. You saw me a couple of years from now, Robert.”

 

“But…. But I don’t know how that happened.”

 

She smiled with her huge eyes in a thoughtful smile. “I don’t know, either. It was a mystery.”

 

The twenty-eight-year-old woman looked out at the ocean. The waves were dark…. Almost invisible in the cool night.

 

The boy felt his back feel cool, from both the cool breeze on the cool water that soaked his shirt through to his naked skin, and miss Yoko’s cooling touch, which he felt through his wet shirt, on his naked flesh.

 

“I wonder…. If the dark ocean holds my visions of a future. I haven’t lived it yet. But I wish to see what became of me, Robert.”

 

She let her touch fall off his back a little, as the young woman Yoko pulled away from him…. Feeling the love she had always felt for him since she saw him that day, but lifting her head and neck up to make-out the waves in the night. Her fingers remained softly pressed against his wet spine.

 

Twisting her neck to her right, her long and brown hair followed her, swiftly flowing to her side and sweeping out a little, but not touching the boy’s face.

 

Her lover followed her gaze for the night waves. The ocean was so hidden in the dark.

 

When their eyes adjusted a little to the night, they could see waves, small but with the sounds of quiet splashing on the ocean. A few hit the shore with quiet noises, making the sand damp before the tide pulled them back into the dark water.

 

Her visions…. If any were searching for her there in the dark water…. Rise and fell…. Rise and fell…. Rise and fell over the shore.

 

Something about the rising and falling of the night waves bothered the attentive and alert young woman.

 

“You know, Robert…. Maybe I don’t wish to see how I end up as an older adult.

 

“Oh…. Why not, miss? I would love to.”

 

The young woman was so silent. The night waves rose and fell…. Rose and fell in the dark ocean.

 

“I…. don’t think much changes for me…. ever.”

 

“But I would love to.”

 

She faced his eyesight at her level. Twisting her neck away from the dark waves.

 

“I…. think it’s never special to see with your vision.”

 

“My vision? What about your vision?”

 

“It’s never, ever special to see with my vision, Robert.”

 

He wondered why Yoko would believe that about herself.

 

 

“…. I wish for you and I to see my death, Robert. I think it’s my dream.”

 

“Your dream, my miss?”

 

“Yes, Robert.” She was smiling. “I dream of dying.”

 

“Why…. Would you dream of such a thing?”

 

Yoko threw her arms around the boy in a soft hug…. Pulling her head into him, as she allowed his fingers from both of his hands to touch her neck.

 

“You’re lovely, miss.”

 

In the atmosphere of the night, “Love Song” was playing over the dark oceanview.

 

“Hey…. It’s your song again, Robert.”

 

“Ya…. I forgot it could play over the waves.” The dreamy, childhood song played in their air.

 

 

“What happened to you…. lady…. I started to forget…. You…. Why….”

 

“I guess you died when you never saw me born.”

 

“There was no love, then. If only there was. You need to accept it’s a forgotten life.”

 

“I would have loved…. Experiencing what it felt like to be human to you…. What was the point of anything?”

 

Yoko giggled. “He-he! Robert, that’s, so, a crazy thing to think. No thanks for me.”

 

The other world was deep in the distance.

 

Love flowed down deep in it.

 

A love, humanity’s enemies would learn to kiss.

 

“All the problems lie in the other world, deep and far.” The goddess spoke.

 

A destruction they were causing, under the ocean’s view.

 

“I’m going to die, Robert. But we’ll see my death, together. You’ll be my caring boy. Ok?”

 

“Ok, miss.” The boy Robert realized he was smiling at the girl.

 

For this young lady he never wanted to fade, Miss Yoko’s death would be a dream of hers.

 

The boy was happy to hold her hand through her life.

 

“I’ll go see if I can find any dark waves that hold visions of my death. You can stay right here, ok, Mr. Robert?”

 

“Ok, miss Yoko.” He was smiling at her, a small smile that would be an assurance that she would find her vision in the night.

 

“Alright. I’ll run down and go to look for it.” She began to run quickly down to the shore from the section of beach they were on.

 

Robert smiled at her running as she did, surprisingly not from how her body was bouncing under her meaty weight, but from seeing her full of life. Yoko’s meaty thighs and bottom bounced with virtually-golden flesh as she ran down the beach-her breasts bounced slightly, the crème or golden colour hidden in the dark, but the perky, medium-sized silhouettes and the bouncing flesh of her pair very apparent on her very quickly moving body.

 

“Wish me luck!” The half-Japanese young lady called back loudly to him. Her body’s bouncing dark silhouette was close to the shore by now-a few of her footsteps away. Her strong, womanly demeanour had changed into that of an innocent child.

 

Robert was smiling at her.

 

 

“Hopefully you won’t have to wait long! I want to see my death, you know!” Her inner child was happily revealing itself to the admiring boy…. Admiring her power, confidence and care-freeness of seeing her far, far, far future death.

 

Yoko was by the shore now. She was splashing her lightly-bouncing flesh around in the shore’s water.

 

“I’m going to find the wave…. Somewhere, Robert!” She called out, loudly to him. Her voice was very highly-assertive and a womanly deep tone, getting slightly higher-pitched in a feminine tone from her raising her voice while she shouted loudly to the boy.

 

But a discovering young girl who was still a child remained inside her body…. innocently revealing itself to the oceanview’s night, and to this admiring and dreamy boy, Mr. Robert.

 

He watched with a smile as the twenty-eight year old miss Yoko began to splash around in the waves that hit her naked feet and ankles on the shore. From his distance, her feet and ankles were hidden much in the dark of the waves and shore, although he could see and hear them hit her nakedness on the sand of the shore and splash in the water of the ocean…. The very confident girl’s feet up to her ankles and almost to her firm and meaty calves.

 

“Where were you….” He stopped himself. It was getting ridiculous. He was so tired of wondering where she had been when he was younger. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt him.

 

He let out a heavy sigh, and shook his head in sadness.

 

“Robert! I can see my vision of death in this wave!” She pointed, motioning gently with a calmly raised right arm to a wave in front of her, her hand in a lightly-curled ball and her finger pointed outwards, while her thumb touched the right side of her knuckle of her middle finger. Her pointing finger was gently curled, relaxed as her hand lifted upwards. Robert could somehow see all these details of her arm and fingers, as she pointed to a spot of waves to the right of her, bending her back slightly to bend over and look at the wave with her vision she had found.

 

“Already?!” The boy called back, his voice. “I’m surprised! That was fast! How did you find your death so fast, Yoko?”

 

“Yep!” The girl called back cheerfully. Her bouncing body was still, since she had come to a stop by her wave: “Ya! I guess I just found it fast! Come down here and look at it with me, Robert!”

 

“Ya! Coming, miss!” He started to quickly walk down the beach’s sand to meet with her. “You’re death…. How does it look?!” He called out her, getting close to the girl Yoko but still a somewhat far distance from her on the beach: “I want to see how you look in death, miss Yoko!”

 

Suddenly, the boy Robert saw this young lady, his miss Yoko, smiling in the dark.

 

“It looks…. Wonderful, Mr. Robert.”

 

“…. Wonderful, miss?....”

 

She was looking down at the wave to her right, he back bent as she was studying the water.

 

“…. Ya…. the wave I’m looking at is wonderful….” A little sigh from her, her airy, sighing breath of her deep-toned voice travelling onto the wave she had just discovered by herself: “I’ve found myself….”

 

He walked to the shore, close to it now.

 

“I want to see, miss Yoko….”

 

She nodded, a relaxed movement of her head. “Of course, Robert.”

 

Her boyfriend was on the shore with her now, a bit out of the water she was in.

 

“Come look, Robert.” The vision’s girl persuaded him to look at her wave.

 

Bending down his back a little with her naked spine, bent a little as Yoko’s waist arched back slightly and her meaty, well-built thighs supported her weight. In the dark, her natural, well-built, womanly, somewhat thick and healthy bottom stuck out as she leaned forward, her weight supported on her thighs and whole meaty legs. Her bottom’s shape was hidden a little in this night.

 

“Where is it, miss?....” Robert was looking around, trying to find the wave his miss Yoko had found.

 

“You don’t see it?” The young woman’s huge and alert eyes showed surprise to the boy.

 

“No, I don’t think I-.” He stopped himself.

 

She smiled, a toothless grin in the dark, at him. “Now you see it, huh, Robert?”

 

In a dark wave to the girl Yoko’s right-right by her feet-a future of an old lady, her young, nearly-gold skin and lush, nearly gold face long gone, lay in a white bed, her head on a white pillow.

 

“Is…. Is that you, miss?” The boy asked, curiously.

 

The light on her “wonderful” vision glowed in the night, separating the wave from the dark night waves around it. It did not shine on Robert or Yoko-it glowed light on the vision of the old, half-Japanese woman in a bed, below the wave it was from, which caused the vision to distort when the glowing wave moved and splashed over the visual of the mystery old woman, her skin wrinkled in the bed.

 

“It’s me…. I can’t believe myself, Robert.” The young lady was surprised at herself. The old lady in the wave looked almost nothing like the curvy and lush half-Japanese young woman; only the littlest of traces of that sexy young girl remained. Her half-Japanese background was still somewhat present on the wrinkled skin of her face…. But even that was a challenge to make out, clearly. Her light-brown eyebrows that blended in with her crème skin had never became undistinguishable…. However. In the vision, it looked like her hair could have been gray, but Yoko and Robert couldn’t make her hair out too clearly in the ocean water.

 

Yoko’s smile remained. “Yes. I think it is me.” The young woman was looking up at him, her huge and dark eyes wide with wonder, showing through the night.

 

“Do you…. feel sad, Yoko?”

 

She shook her head while giving a big, tooth-filled smile of pure joy.

 

“I don’t feel sad at all, Mr. Robert.” The half-Japanese young lady’s big smile did not change.

 

“Your death…. Is not making you sad?....” He was curious why she was so happy, the old girl’s face full of a special joy.

 

Miss Yoko didn’t need to answer him. She simply gave a look at him with her powerful eyes and cheek-stretching smile. She let her gaze linger with his, as the boy found himself gazing at her in surrender to the young woman’s wonderful face and eyes.

 

“Oh…. Miss….” But Robert felt sadness for her. He didn’t want to keep it in, and let it show in his face: His eyes drooped a little, sad and sorrowful for his lover’s death. His forehead bunched up in lines, pressing his upward-turned eyebrows into his forehead in a hopeless feeling for Yoko.

 

“Hey…. Stop looking at me like that.” She giggled, her deep giggle. “He-he-he! You look so concerned for no reason. Don’t worry. I don’t deserve that from you.”

 

The sad boy and confident young lady both looked down at her vision’s death of this goddess young woman.

 

“Wow…. It’s glowing….” Robert said, taken aback by how it looked in the night.

 

“Ya…. My death is pretty, huh, Robert?”

 

“…. Yoko….” He still felt a deep sadness for her. It wouldn’t go away, no matter how much she tried to convince him she was joyful at her death….

 

…. With her goddess smile….

 

Both Robert and Yoko’s heads turned towards the dark sky, when they saw a bit of movement out of the corner of their eyes.

 

A butterfly was flying in the air. It could be made out in the dark night, wings flapping frailly.

 

Coming from the shore, having flown far from the beach to the ocean, the butterfly looked to be a Monarch, visible even in the night.

 

This Monarch butterfly had black and white spotted wings. Its eyes appeared dead in this night, with the outer half of the eyes white and the inner half a dark black, somehow visible in the sky’s dark.

 

Its body was a dark black, tiny and thin. On its head-skinny black antennae. On the inside of the butterfly’s fragile wings was what looked like an autumn leaf pattern, while tiny white spots lined the outside of the wings.

 

“Oh, wow….” Yoko started, surprised she was seeing a Monarch butterfly in the night. “…. I haven’t seen one of these things since I was a young adult, like twenty or something. I was just walking one day I didn’t have work, and I saw a few by a park that was in my neighbourhood.”

 

“Oh…. How interesting, miss.”

 

She paused and thought: “I haven’t ever seen one at night.”

 

Boy and girl were both surprised by how clearly they could see the colour and shapes of this Monarch butterfly’s tiny, thin body.

 

“They’re interesting, miss. It’s interesting to think what goes on in their heads.”

 

She laughed, her deep and loud laugh, full of passion over something so little. “Ha-ha-ha-ha! Huh, you’re right. I never thought of it like that. Thanks for that. Now I am thinking of what they’re thinking. Who knows what goes on inside their heads.”

 

A skinny black feeler at the butterfly’s mouth spiralled in a loose circle, moving in and out of the butterfly’s mouth, retracting and extending. It looked like someone playing with a yo-yo.

“Look…. it’s flying on your vision, my miss.”

 

The Monarch was landing on miss Yoko’s death vision.

 

Yoko followed it as the butterfly landed. “Ya…. I guess it’s attracted to the light, the little guy.”

 

The butterfly made a tiny splash on the ocean’s lit wave. It sent a few tiny ripples out on the flowing water, as it seemed to rest its tiny, skinny legs on the wave’s surface somehow…. Like it was perched on a spring’s flower, making its home there for a while until fall rolled around.

 

Boyfriend and girlfriend watched the wave splash and the Monarch butterfly flutter its wings over its visual of an old, dying woman.

 

Staring at both herself and the fluttering water butterfly, Yoko said to the boy who had seen so much of her life: “Robert, I’m ready to see my death when you are.”

 

He stuttered, nervous. “I-I really don’t want to see you die, my Yoko….”

 

She gave a small smile at him, a toothless smile that reassured him. “I think that boy I saw that day would love what I have to show him, Robert.”

 

“I-I…. It’s going to scare him….”

 

The young Yoko suddenly took his right hand with her right hand, leaning over the distance of her glowing vision in the wave.

 

She met her natural, lovely, crème face with the boy she had seen.

 

“Robert…. That was the boy, right….?”

 

He was in shock of her special face. “Y-yes…. That was the boy, miss Yoko….”

 

She kept her small smile on her pink lips. “Ya. I remember him. I don’t want to forget-.”

 

Abruptly, Robert leaned into her and gave a soft kiss to his miss Yoko’s left cheek.

 

Surprised, but pleasantly amused, the young woman back then giggled to herself: “He-he-he….!”

 

Robert smiled at her…. showing a true smile of something uplifting for a rare moment in his life. “The boy never did that to you. But now, I have. He doesn’t need to ever forget what I did for him.”

 

She was grinning on her pink lips, her dark and huge eyelids wide and awake. The young woman Yoko rubbed her left cheek with her left hand, slowly rubbing in circles, as her dark eyes formed massive and pleasantly surprised circles on her face, and her grin was small and unmoving.

 

“Why…. Didn’t that boy do that back then? When he saw me, when he had the chance, Robert?”

 

Robert met this young lady’s gaze, as Yoko looked into a space that should have been his eyes and face…. but her vision was zoned-out, not in a bad way: It was like she was reflecting on the boy’s kiss to her cheek. The loving feeling, she had gotten from him, and his kiss.

 

“Because that boy was scared.”

 

The loved Yoko continued to look at Robert with a pleasantly reminiscent look in her distant eyes…. Absorbed by the way the kiss had made her feel.

 

“Robert, I was scared of not being kissed by you. Back then….”

 

The boy from back in those days looked down at the wave of vision.

 

“Robert, are…. Your eyes watering….?”

 

“Yes, they are, lady. I’m so sorry.” His eyes simply watered. No tears cried out, onto Yoko’s vision of her death.

 

The young woman took his right hand softly again in her right hand.

 

“Stop it. Your eyes have no reason to water.”

 

He felt warmth from her as she lightly held his hand…. Even thought the night was so cool.

 

“And…. That boy I-she-saw had nothing to be sorry for.”

 

His sad eyes still watered a little. “You had nothing to be sorry for, miss Yoko.”

 

She burst into laughing. “What? That time at my job you were wanting to get where I was standing? And I said sorry cause I was blocking you? It’s such a little thing. You don’t need to, like, fucking, like tell me I had anything to be sorry for! I was in your way-!”

 

“I’m sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He cut her off a little at the end of her speech.

 

The twenty-eight year old Yoko said nothing in response to his “sorrys” …. “Robert, that boy will love to see my death.” A little bit of the brown hair moved behind her, over her left shoulder.

 

Holding the moping boy’s sad but loving hand with her hand, the young lady miss Yoko guided his hand….to touch the splashing vision with the Monarch butterfly on it’s moving water.

 

He closed his watery eyes, and let the lady guide him. Her hair flew over her shoulder and behind her, in a sudden gust of strong, night wind.

 

WHOOOOOSHHHHHH….

 

“Miss…. My miss Yoko…. I don’t want to be disturbed. I want to come with you, to see your death.”

 

“Is it disturbing for you, Mr. Robert?” Her hair was blowing behind her, strongly in the wind.

 

“You’re playing innocent again…. That’s confident. You are really not afraid to see yourself die.”

 

Though her boyfriend couldn’t see her, miss Yoko made a wide, proud and toothy smile for him, lifting up her chin a little as she did to display it so much more proudly.

 

“No…. I am not afraid of that, Robert. I don’t think that kissing boy should be, either. He has nothing to fear from seeing me die.”

 

A cool wind fell on him…. It was so refreshing smelling. Robert could breath in the fresh night air.

It felt cool inside Yoko’s nostrils. She breathed it in, too.

 

The air she smelt was so refreshing to her life-filled ripe body. The sexy young woman felt like she so had the energy of an infant.

 

Funny…. The young woman had a fruit-ripe and meaty body that was nothing what she was born with as a baby…. Or, her ripe and meaty body was nothing what she looked like as a baby.

 

Oh, what time did wonders for. Oh, what time did wonders for miss Yoko…. What time did wonders for miss Yoko’s grown, sexually alluring and strong, goddess-like body, full of fresh meat and fresh spice.

 

Yoko guided Robert’s hand to touch the water of her death’s vision. Her hand followed his, and she touched the wave with her lover’s hand in the centre of the splashing wave…. their hands sinking a little inside the water, to the shore’s sand.

 

The butterfly remained fluttering lightly….in the centre of the wave, very close and in front of their holding hands, sinking in the water.

 

The butterfly was not disturbed…. It was almost touching their hands. In the vision’s glow, its natural colours showed in the night….

 

….to the boy, Robert, and the twenty-eight-year-old young lady, Yoko.

 

“Miss, can I tell you something?” Her boy’s eyes never opened, as the boy felt the alluring woman guide him.

 

“Sure. What is it?” Her tone of voice was a calm deep, but interested in what this boy she remembered wanted to say to her.

 

“….”

 

“Robert….?” Her young man wasn’t responding.

 

The feeling of water on their hands. The butterfly lit-up like a dull flashlight, in her vision’s glow…. On this night’s water.

 

“…. I wish I was born a girl.”

 

She didn’t know what to say to this young man.

 

The confident young woman and the sad young man’s hands reaching into the ocean….

 

Their futures, so far from now, was clear under the waves.

 

He and she felt a future together…. For as long as it would last.

 

 

On the dark, windy oceanview, a death of a goddess glowed with a butterfly….

 

…. to give it nature’s life.

 

The glow from the vision on her naked, ripened body.

 

“I feel…. Warm…. In the night, Robert.”

 

The otherworldly life of a girl, Yoko, said to her lonely boyfriend.

 

Warm…. In the night.

 

The boy couldn’t help but be reminded of “Sounds of Life” ….

 

“Sounds of Life” sounded…. For lack of a better word…. Lush.

 

It was her body, singing a glow on its meat.

 

 

The vision of miss Yoko’s death had caused her body to ripen in this night….

 

 

Sunlight, giving life to a plant,

 

For her summer’s beginning….

 

 

“I…. really, truly wish I had known you…. when I was younger…. my life was different…. My young woman….”

 

 

“You would have been there for me…. I could have loved you…. but where were you….”

 

“Where…. are you….”

 

“Where…. Did you go….”

 

“…. In my life….”

 

“…. You were forgotten….”

 

 

“…. But…. why….”

 

 

At one time, his mind screamed for him to kiss her…. and to not kiss her.

 

Then again, what could he have done….

 

 

If he had known her, when she was younger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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