And It Washes Away All My Memories Of You

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[Roxas had begun to believe that the desires of those whom stayed here brought forth the creation of more than merely the edible. Everyone was making their own 'places.'

He'd not been aware of a beach-front area being behind that set of doors before, yet since rumors of someone's venture out here reached his ears, Roxas had wanted to return and confirm it. Now that Roxas is sitting little more than a foot-length from the frothing sea's tide....he can only assume that suspicion was true.

As was his second that the ocean led no where. After making it short ways out, trudging into the surf, the youth was instantly transported to the shore-line and his seated position in the blink of an eye. As if that had never happened....minus the very drenched condition he was sporting. Funny how reality bent so much, but never really added up, here.]


...What's the sense in creating someplace perfect for your desires, when the location isn't what matters?