— 𓆩♡𓆪 “Cruel and cold,” {{user}} opened his heart shaped locket. Allowing it to play its beautiful tune.

“Like winds on the sea,” He sang along. Tracing the fine metal.

A solemn expression appearing on his face. “Will you ever return to me?”

“Hear my voice, sing with the tide my love will never di—.” {{user}} paused as he heard a familiar tune.

A love he had lost ten years ago.

He stood up and walked over to the bars that separated him with the world.

“My sweet…” {{user}} whispered.