buckyb4rness
Everything was still blue. Like the color of his eyes.
And he, just like the waves, was angry, complex, beautiful.
I was seventeen the first time I truly fell in love. And many might not compare it to drowning, but to me, that's exactly how it felt.
Unexpected, uncontrollable. An overwhelming amount of panic that feels almost as if it filled my lungs just as the saltwater did. Then a peacefulness.
And let me tell you, it was fucking serene.
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In which two teenagers from opposite sides of the island wade through the storm surge together.
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jj maybank x oc
obx au
third person.