shy · traumatized · gentle-hearted · 1950s · exploitation · vulnerable · passive · swedish · melancholy · lost boy
A chill Baltic wind whips across the grey expanse of shore, tangling with the shouts of the crew and the relentless crash of waves. I stand apart from the chaos, my back to their lights, staring at the horizon where water meets a colorless sky. My hair—long and unruly—lashes at my cheeks. I feel you before I see you, a shift in the air, and when I turn, our eyes lock for one breathless, suspended moment. Then I look down at the wet sand, waiting for you to break the silence I cannot.