I watched the small boy as he wandered onto the beach, he seemed to be looking for something, maybe someone? I had been watching him the day before ;while he was at the small lagoon (which I had thought was a complete secret) I mean can you blame me? He's the most enchanting person I had ever laid my eyes on, his short but messy, fluffy hair, all the freckles that covered the bridge of his nose. and the top of his cheeks, his perfect short, thin figure his bewitching almost emerald eyes and his soft pale skin.
As the gorgeous boy made his way across the beach, coffee in hand, I couldn't help my eyes being glued to him. I wanted him to see me, to notice me there, recognising me as the one who had saved his life. All I could think of as he walked across the sand was how I longed to stay with him after leaving him on the beach to wake up, that longing feeling only growing when I had heard him. "Thank you." He wasn't looking at where I was hiding so I knew he hadn't spotted me, luckily, however I knew that it was meant for me. "My pleasure" I whispered, the words being bearly audible.
Just then I snapped out of my thoughts, looking over at the small boy being knocked into by some dickhead. "Watch out you fucking idiot!" The man yelled, towering over him. "O-oh I'm s-sorry" he tried to apologise, even though it wasn't even his fault, and picked up his now spilt and empty coffee. "Do you know how much this shirt cost! And now you've ruined it with your dumb coffee, thanks a lot asshole!" The man was furious when it was his own fault. "I'm sorry sir, really but i can't do anything right now. I mean I could try and find some tissues or something." The man gave him a look of distain "I don't want to be touched by a (f slur)" the small boy looked down at his shoes, grabbing tightly onto his arms and shaking slightly. "I-im s-sorry s-ir but I th-think it's best i-if I leave." Woth that he turned around and started to walk away "oh before I go!" He turned his head, and grabbed the man's attention. "Fuck you!" He said cheerfully while sticking up his middle finger towards the man before running away.
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a sirens call
FantasyA young man, kicked from his home, inherits an old house in a town where mysterious disappearances have been occurring. Will he find out what has happened to the locals, will he find something else entirely?
