✖ one-shots ✖

floaters

She floated. Sun kissed stomach to the sky, tangled hair in the water, she lost track of time. She loved losing track of time. The real world fades, and she falls into her own little world in her head. She much prefers one of dewy grass and cheerful friends compared to the sad one she resides in.

A smile crawled its way onto her face, an occurrence only possible when her consciousness is jumping around in her head amongst her overflowing ideas. She giggled.

She knew about the boy who watched her from afar. She humbly assumed he thought of her insane. He did not think of her insane. He wished he could be how she was. He was told there were too many things to do, rather than waste life away in your head. Deep down, he believed the opposite.

And so, on that day, his shirt was tugged off. His pants were chucked to the side. Left in his swim trunks, he dipped into her pool. She did not notice at first. He began to float, staying far from her as he did not want to cause a disruption. She was smiling too big, too blissfully, he didn't want to ruin it. It was something about the freckles sprinkled across her face and her frilly swim suit that made the sight of her so charming.

He closed his eyes. Little did he know; his happy place was like hers. Sitting in a field peppered with flowers, laughing with people he did not recognize. He loved them anyway.

Their fingers and toes wrinkled together, and when the chill of dusk became too much, she opened her eyes. She was still too absorbed to see the boy, but he saw her. He had given up on his world long ago, as he realized that watching the girl experiencing her emotions brought more joy.

And so, as she splashed her way out of the pool and wrapped a floral towel around her small, dripping frame, the boy found something within him. It seemed that his adoration had turned to a silent love.