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waves

"you're as unexpected as the waves."

"you're as alive as the movements of the waves."

harry and i were strewn across the carpet of my room, he staring at my pictures, and i, at his flawless hair and green eyes.

how could something so horrid happen to someone so perfect?

"what are you thinking about?" he asked when he tore his eyes away from the pictures that were pinned on my walls.

"islands."

"why is it that you are so fascinated with islands?"

"because everything there is serene and beautiful, unharmed by the rest of the chaos in the world."

"i've never thought of it that way."

"hey, do you want to get ice cream?"

"you're as unexpected as the waves."

"you're as alive as the movements of the waves."