❝ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❞ LONG HIATUS

[𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐]

↳-No Longer Human-༉‧₊˚✧

     If you drive beyond the city, past the roads and behind the hills, where no soul breathes even a breath, there will be a small town waiting for you.

It's a small town with deserted streets and quaint little shops, where all the metal left out has rusted at the mercy of the weather. The ocean is a part of said town, just close enough to smell it in anything it touches. Although the sky is always grey, it never rains, and it welcomes people in its open and weary arms. This little seaside town, where there is always a view of pale, deep water from every building, is home to no one. Maybe if the air hung a bit less heavy with melancholy and humid salt, it wouldn't have ended up as it has.

Three quiet breaths stained the air by the shore, moving gently with the breeze as they accompanied each other. With the air lukewarm and the sky overcast as always, they knew they shouldn't have been there, and yet they came. The evening was just barely blending into night.

The youngest of the three glided along the small waves, moving in a twirling motion as her footsteps made tiny splashes and disruptions in the foamy water. Her pants were rolled up to her knees, but it did nothing for her bandages that were, by that point, soaked around her ankles. Both of her friends simply sat a bit farther down the shore.

The dull eyes of the oldest fell on a book he couldn't concentrate on, though they betrayed no frustration. He focused little on his environment, simply minding the idle dance in front of him and the feeling of a head resting on his shoulder, the frames of another man's glasses digging slightly into it as well. Those eyes lamented the fact that the pages of the book would get frayed simply by being outside, but that was secondary.

The girl in the water kicked some foam up toward them, a giggle playing in her tone.

"You two are no fun! Come down here and play around in the water! Isn't this what we came here for?"

The one with glasses didn't sit up at the call, and neither did the man he was leaning on. Instead, the former spoke. "That's what you came here for, we're simply here to enjoy the performance."

The bandaged girl spat in the water, pouting at them, but she didn't insist any more than she already had. Seeing her friends comfortable was enough at the time. Her heart was not capable of swelling with any sort of warmth and comfort, her chest couldn't fill up with any fuzzy feelings, and yet she knew that was the closest she'd get. She let her gaze drift up as she spun on her heel, looking toward the horizon and the colorless water as it stretched into oblivion.

. . . .

Three people laid out on the beach, hands entwined, the waves still lazy as they brushed past their ears. Everything was a bit muted, half the noise they heard was the mild tide and the slight wind. Those were just the things that came with having their ears half in the water and half out.