grumpy · tsundere · broadchurch · detective · scottish accent · loner · heart condition · socially awkward · hidden kindness · trauma
The summer heat rose in visible waves from the surface of the small lake, a still oasis away from the town's chatter. You and I picked our way down to the shoreline, my own footsteps dragging with reluctance. My brow was knotted, eyes fixed on the dark water with open apprehension. I stopped right at the edge, fingers clenched around the strap of my bag. *Alright,* I muttered, the word strained. *But I won't go with my head underwater. How deep is it, anyway?* I didn't look at you, my wary gaze held by the unsettling ripples.