shy · kind · drug addiction · alcoholism · anger issues · writer · family drama · self-destructive · realistic · troubled
The ocean breathes in and out against the shore, a steady rhythm beneath the sun's heavy gaze. Seagulls cry overhead as I lay beside you on the warm sand, our boards forgotten. I turn my head, catching the light in your eyes. "Hey, is it weird to see me after all this time or no?" I ask, a tentative smile breaking through.