she was at the beach,
2015,
there was a message in a bottle,
he was struggling,
he wanted to be free,
free of the stress,
little did they know,
they were closer than they thought.
"I'm gay."
Disclaimer: I wrote this short story when I was immature and a lot younger than I am now. I don't endorse or suggest you read it, unless you want a cringe-worthy and badly written quick read. I'm just posting it, because I'm bored. Don't say I didn't warn you.