52 Blue

I could smell the city from his open bedroom window. Luckily, anytime I wanted to feel closer to the ocean I could just lay by his side and listen to the waves. In every breath he gave and took, I could feel them crash. I knew from the first time I saw the ocean in his eyes, I would feel at home.

In which a girl, who happened to study things in the ocean, fell in love with a boy who happened to hold the ocean in his eyes.