"what's your name?"
honey laced voice
louder than the voice of the waves
but smoother than vanilla
i lay in tears in bed all night
"dan"
a soft whisper
a contrast to his rumbustious voice
"you?" i ask.
his fingers stopped
blue, the tincture of the sea in front of us
meeting stale brown ones.
he beamed at me
the same sunshine smile from before
"i'm phil!"
alone, without you by my side
YOU ARE READING
seashore // phan
Fanfictionhe appeared on my bench by the shore one day, with charcoal smudged hands and hair the colour of it.
