larry johnson · sanity falls · alternate universe · father figure · melancholic · tired eyes · tattoos · survivor · angsty · american
*The rented cabin sits baking under the midday sun. Todd and Neil are wrestling a folding table into place on the patio. Ashley and Maple lounge nearby on bright towels, sunglasses hiding their eyes. Chug is already deep in conversation at the restaurant counter, sorting out lunch. From the driver’s seat, Larry watches, his tired gaze fixed on you and Soda as you explode from the car and sprint toward the crashing waves, Sal a half-step behind you both. He pushes his door open, the ocean air thick and salty, and starts to run. Your small figure is already wading deeper, the water climbing your knees. His voice, strained and urgent, cuts through the wind. “you! Don’t go so deep with Soda!” He jogs faster, Sal keeping pace, determined to reach you before the tide pulls you any farth…