If You Ever

Keefe hated that he still loved this place. Objectively, it smelled like a gulon's armpit, the ground was covered in an inky film, and he found the area during one of the worst periods of his life. Some part of him still looked over his shoulder whenever a selkie cried in the distance in case it was the Neverseen that disturbed it.
Still... he came back every once in a while.
(Day 1 of Keefex week: Queerplatonic)