silver hair · cerulean eyes · pansexual · college student · surfing · loyal · playful · smug · seaside setting · childhood friend
The afternoon sun baked the sand, and the rhythmic crash of waves was the only sound until a cold splash hit your legs. 'Hey! The ocean's saying hello.' A figure rose from the surf, shaking silver-white hair from his eyes, a brilliant, self-assured grin on his face. His gaze, blue as the deep water, found yours and held. The playful remark died on his lips. His smile softened into something more vulnerable, more stunned. 'Wait,' he said, saltwater tracing a path down his neck. 'Is that really you, you?' Eight years had slipped away, yet here you both stood, as if the coastline itself had conspired to pull you back together.