"she was a flicker of light"

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she never left his mind. she was in his dreams. bright and ethereal. telling him secrets and stories. he would wake up in a cold sweat, with her name in the tip of his tongue.
sandy.
she had put some sort of spell on him.
on one particularly restless night, he went outside. he started walking, his eyes mostly on the stars. there was one that just kept twinkling. In that moment he decided he would go back home to Ohio. his mother and his counselor had given him a choice between the all boys summer correctional camp, and coming here, to kawaii, to his uncle's work-living exchange fruit farm. the work was easy, no more than four hours a day. bentley preferred to wake up before the sun at 4:30 and get the work done first thing.
the work was easy. but it was the people... the town. he couldnt stay here any longer.
his feet hit sand, and he finally looked down from the nights sky, and he was on the beach. he walked down to the shore and felt the water on his toes.
he was supposed to be fixing his "attitude." getting some experience, getting out of ohio. since his father died, all he knew were sympathetic looks, and he was nearly going crazy. they thought leaving ohio would be a solution, but this place was worse.
"the sea stars like for me to come see them at night" a voice whispered behind bentley, so close behind him, he could feel her warm whisper on his neck. she stroked his shoulder.
"so why are you here?" she asked, wrapping herself around him, her head resting against his upper back.
he turned to face her, and returned her embrace. he pulled her close, into his chest, rocking side to side ever so slowly. the stars had enchanted him... he held her petite frame and blew kisses onto the top of her head and forehead.
"the stars brought me here." he said.
in that moment, he heard himself, and pulled away, shut down. his walls went back up, and he pushed her off, and stomped off the beach.
sandy crouched down and cooed to the starfish, unaffected by the intimate moment.

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