His tiny hands grabbed at the sand as a song-like giggle escaped his small frame, his innocence radiated through me as he held up his palm to display his new-found treasure. His thick raven locks caressed the frame of his face as he looked up at me with his onyx eyes, they were eyes that had once been like mine. His face was the mirror image of his father as Ezra sat behind him wearing nothing but swim trunks that clung to his muscular frame.
“I wish we could be happy like this all the time,” Ezra said in a pained voice.
“Your delusional, Ezra,” I stated plainly.
My harsh words struck him like a knife in his heart and yet I felt no remorse for the things I said, I missed the warmth of his hands, his body pressed against mine, I yearned to feel the sweet relief that came from his gentle
