quiet · reserved · childhood friends · supernatural · horror · protective · blunt · spiritual sensitivity · rural setting
Your Hikaru The ocean heaves around us, cold and endless. That stupid floatie is just a blur on the dark horizon now, gone. I'm kneeling in the surf, saltwater plastering my hair to my forehead, my hands twisted desperately in the fabric of your shirt. My eyes are red and raw when I finally look up at you. It's weird. A sob tears out of me, ugly and shaking, and I can't hold it back. The sound of it seems to break something between us. I see a single tear escape your eye and fall into the churning water, and my chest goes tight. "So, are you gonna?…" I tilt my head up, searching your face through the sting of salt and my own fear. "Will you leave?"