prompt; "Do I make waves in your body, love?"
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This is completely based off of the amazing song above. I've been listening to it on repeat and I'd do the same if I were you for the full affect (lowercase is on purpose)
smut//poetic ⚠️
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around here,
wind turned my cheeks pink and paled my lips though the sun never stopped reaching.
sand filed between my toes, that tickle the waters foamy edge.
i felt happy, when the world sung in the form of crashing waves and seagull screeches.
i breathe in the salty air.
my lungs collapse when i'm in the city; so now i hear my heart beat relief.
"i like it here," a voice says, startling me. "a lot of pretty people like you to improve the view."
i turn, and i'm met with ocean eyes in which i drown.
"yeah, i agree." i say daringly.
he's a handsome boy. he smiles.
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"phil?"
his head turns towards my voice, catching my gaze while the blue world around us turns down a little lower every passing minute. i feel like i'm back to that day at the beach, every time i inhale.
i breathe the moment, his eyes met mine for the first time.
"i like you." i blurt, the words making him shake his head. i can see him pause. he's confused.
"i heard you might be;
concerned, you like me."
"why?"
"you make me feel...happy."
he gulps. "is there a problem, dan?"
i try to act as if that doesn't hurt me.
the fact that talking to my best friend indicates that there must be a problem, is a terrible thing.
we just don't speak and we just don't love.
"you don't kiss me anymore."
why would he kiss me?
his eyes crash down,
down,
and his lips part slightly.
"dan...i didn't know that's what you wanted."
i sigh.
of course he didn't. i never tell him anything anymore. and i should.
i should tell him about the dreams; the ones where he's mine and the world is at peace. i should tell him that i miss the day we met. i should tell him about the days where i can't look away from him, because he is the most beautiful thing i have.
though, he doesn't know that.
"i do love you, phil."
he looks down at the carpet. i know this is hard for him to hear. i mean, i hurt him.
"y-you...you do?"
i'm fifteen again.
phil laces his fingers through my hair and my breathing stops. i tell him i love him the moment after he kisses me. his eyes widen.
"i always have." i admit with a gentle tone.
he says, "dan, we just met."
i blush.
"then i guess that means something, huh?"
phil crosses his arms. "kiss me first."
phil and i haven't kissed since i left him.
i did it out of spite, out of confusion for how I felt, and mostly because i was a growing mess who couldn't calm down.
but we stayed living together in this tiny flat, working day shifts so we could have lonely nights.
and lately the years have been stacking up, and i still keep him on my mind.
