When was the last time she had gotten out?

When was the last time she could see more than just these four walls?

Oh, don't bother. She knew when; just didn't want to admit it.

It was only when he came that she could get out of this cursed place and see the reeds on the coast, to feel the violent winds of the sea on her face and playing with her hair, to feel the cold rays of the autmn sun kissing her cheeks. To see the world, even if it is just a glimpse.

His fingers were warm and soft as they delicately took a hold of her chin, as they lifted her face and forced an eye-contact. Her blue to his, oh, so warm brown, so full of lies. - If you were the sea, I would sink in you, - he said as he planted a kiss on her lips.