hearts aflame ~ pineapples are the cute kind of fruit

How absurd, that from Ace perspective he was little more than a talking head, sticking out of the sand next to him.
"Are you sure, that you are fine like that?"
He nodded, suddenly rendered unable to utter another word. Not without bursting into tears.
So Marco just watched, and felt the warm sand turn cold, as Ace turned away. Desperatly trying to form a sentence that would keep him from leaving.

In which Marco and Ace are insomnia buddys, who must decide whether to cling to the safety of silence - or risk everything by admitting what they mean to each other.
It's your classic "we are too scared to admit our feelings" with a deep emotional twist & beautiful growth.