The moon was perched above the clouds, shining cool light onto the dark waters of the sea. The night was a riddled with all kinds of noise, the wind blew through the leaves of nearby trees, waves crashed against the sandy shore, and distant voices from the village carried into the air. One could say that tonight was serene, comfortable, a relaxing atmosphere to finally welcome a good night's sleep.
However, this child, a boy peaking the age of thirteen, with eyes wide open and an energetic mind could simply not stay still. In a few hours he would get to call himself a teenager, practically a grown up in his mind. His thoughts clouded over with the countless possibilities and choices he will be making in the future. What kind of person will he become? Will he grow to become handsome? How will his eyes look at eighteen? Just how smart will he be? Smart enough to not have to worry about school? Will volleyball still be his favorite thing in the whole world?
"I hope my older self continues to play..." the boy whispered to himself. He glanced at the radio clock on the counter, 10:32pm, it read.
Groaning, the boy rolled onto his side, facing away the bright red numbers and towards the open window. The room was becoming a little too cold for his liking, he needed to shut the window before he catches a cold. His feet hit the hard wood floor, the coldness of it sending shivers down his spine.
How can Grandpa live in freezing house like this!?
Despite the fact that it was the middle of summer, and the boy had craved a touch of coolness against the heat of the sun, he could not stand the temperature drop during the night. His grandfather's house near the ocean definitely had its pros and cons. Perhaps next year he could pack warmer clothing.
Before the boy could close the window completely, a sudden shift in the air had stopped him from moving. It seemed as though everything was still, unmoving, as if the world was on edge. A tingle creeped up from the back of his neck, the hairs standing straight up, goosebumps littered his exposed skin.
Don't move...
There was no rational reason for this behavior, but it seemed primal, necessary, something that needed to be done.
Dark eyes instinctually moved on their own, locating the cause.
The old house was built on a small hill near the ocean, and with its many windows it was impossible to not notice the view of the small beach below. This led the boy to easily pinpoint the source of this abnormality.
His breathing quickened.
Peaking from the shallow water was a figure and although there was a fair amount of distance between them there was simply no mistaking the figure to be that of a girl.
The boy's mind, that was previously bombarded with thoughts about his future, was suddenly so clear and coherent. One simple thought floated within his brain. It screamed at him to do one thing.
Stop looking at her!
But how could he possibly not look at her? Was this completely unusual? Of course, it most definitely was! However, there was this pull, a sort of rope that clung his gaze towards her. It ignored all logic and fed into the planted idea that he must come to her. Free will was out the window and so was his body, slowly leaning out into the open, eyes never leaving her. And somehow.... she seems closer.
Her features were clearer, more defined.
If someone were to ask this young boy what it was he saw that night, from what he could remember, all they would hear about was those eyes. Alluring, tempting, clear blue eyes, they resembled the dark waters of a vast and deep ocean. There was just something about those navy-blue eyes that hypnotized you into only focusing on them. It made you lose focus of the pale skin, the sharp teeth, the long dark hair, and the hungry smile.
He needed to go to her, to climb out this window, this small hill, and run to her location in the shallow water where he knows his legs will submerge. It doesn't matter that he's scared or that his body is literally giving him warning signs to stay away, he needs to be down there with her. She needs him.
Barely a leg out the window and the bedroom door is being thrown off its hinges with a loud bang.
"Happy birthday to you!" His family sang in unison, mother holding his favorite chocolate cake, sister carrying a small gift box, and grandfather carrying the small Birman kitten. "Happy birthday to you!"
The lights were turned on and the boy was torn from the window, a reflex that sprung from fear. He smiled at his family, broken away from the spell he was under, soon forgetting the ordeal after a slice of cake and a scratch from the cat. By 12:15am he was snug beneath the covers, dreaming of giant waffles and talking cows. An echo of sad eyes lingered in the back of his mind.
A/N: Does anyone like kpop?
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