. . • ☆ . ° TWILIGHT.• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
❝Your feelings and mine are all lonely
And dawn comes, you're there lying
with me And you reach out to touch
me. But I am in the twilight❞
✧ ˚ · .
FEMOCXPAULLAHOTE
☆。*...
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Lita sat on the sand, colorful towels scattered around her. She closed her eyes, pulling her knees close to her chest, and let the sun warm her skin while the gentle breeze rustled her hair and brushed against her cheeks. The distant sound of seagulls squawking and the occasional burst of laughter from nearby groups made her smile; she felt a rare sense of tranquility.
Her peaceful moment was interrupted when something hard hit her arm. She blinked her eyes open, searching for the source of the disturbance. Rubbing her arm, she saw a soccer ball rolling away from where it had struck her.
"Sorry about that!" a voice called out. Lita squinted against the sun and saw a blonde boy jogging toward her, his tousled hair catching the light as he moved.
He approached her, looking slightly sheepish and scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry again. I'm not the best at soccer."
Lita smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's alright. Just try to be a bit more careful next time."
The boy's face brightened into a genuine smile. "Thanks. I'm Luka, by the way."
"Lita," she replied, her smile widening. Luka gave a friendly nod, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and embarrassment. He glanced back at his friends, who were waving him over with exaggerated gestures.
