The doves were singing them a song as the ocean brimmed.
"You know what, Finn? You only look smart on the outside."
"Well, I look smart because I'm smart?"
"No. You're a dork."
Finn stopped feeding the doves with his own food that he chose not to eat (because birds are a priority) and took offense. "I'm not?"
Dorothy pouted her lip and laid her back on the sand, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun. Finn was still feeding the doves.
"I wanna swim! The ocean is calling me!"
"Swim then."
"I'm lazy and I'll be alone in the middle of the sea so I would rather not. Unless you'll come?"
"No thanks, I'm feeding my children."
Dorothy slapped Finn's arm that made him groan. The doves flew away after that. Finn's face looked crestfallen.
"Swim with me!"
"My kids were gone and you want me to swim with you? Be a considerate lady, Dorothy."
"Finn the dork."
"Dorothy the insensitive and cruel sack of potatoes."
Dorothy looked at Finn's eyes. They were unpredictable, beautiful, and calming like the ocean. There's also a hint of playfulness that made her heart flutter.
Ocean eyes.
Tranquility.
"Meh. Fine. I'll just stay here. Staying here is already enough," Dorothy mumbled and lied down again on the sand, feeling the intense harmony of her heartbeats.
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Drowning Memoirs of Finn
Short StoryFin is a word from Italian and Spanish language that means "The End" or "Finish". In Finn's mind, this must be the meaning of his life ever since he was born.
