"I think your parents weren't really your parents, and that's why your auntie took you."
"Yeah?" He smiled sleepily, thankful that she'd spoken when she had, bringing him back fully from his losing fight against sleep. He brushed his hand over her hair and followed her gaze to the ocean, still dark against the timid orange glow of the sun.
"Maybe your mum was the ocean and your dad was a glass bottle."
"What makes you think that?"
She touched a small scar on his forearm, tracing the thin line of white contrasted against his golden skin. He pulled the blanket around them tighter, pushing back the wisps of hair that stirred around her face.
"Because the ocean and the bottle made you from a piece of sea glass."
Her answer was simple, her voice small, but serious, teasing a smile from him.
"You think I'm sea glass?" He wasn't mocking her, genuinely curious, open to having his mind changed about his heritage and the likelihood that his parents were really human, after all.
"Maybe you're sea glass." She paused before she continued. "Instead of letting yourself be broken by the world, you became something better."
He liked the idea of being a piece of sea glass, formed from the power of a relentless force like the ocean.
Razor edges smoothed out, frosted, yet gleaming in the sun. Rather than being something broken and discarded, like regular glass, he had been shaped and smoothed into something beautiful, desirable, something cherished among a collection of treasures washed up on a shore.
He thought she was going to go on, and he waited, mulling over her words. She was contemplative, drawing a breath as if to speak but then she just sighed.
"It sounds stupid, now that I've said it out loud."
"Nah," he disagreed, shifting a little closer to her on the bed. "I like it. I'll be sea glass."
"Okay." She nuzzled up to him, thankful that he didn't think that she was a complete idiot. "I like sea glass."
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Stardust (Complete)
ChickLit2016. I met a boy with a whole universe inside him, his eyes full of shimmering stardust, like windows into his soul, shining so brightly I could barely look into them for more than a second. His body was like a bridge between the physical and spiri...
