Jeonghan is as still as a corpse beside me. There were only two pillows on the bed, and neither of us wanted to lose ours to use it for a barricade, resulting in us staying together in this mess. My breath mellows down as memories trudge through padded layers of grief and longing.
Summer is ending, and darkness is taking over the twilight. Left with nothing to do, I jump back into the lane of memories and get consumed by the overwhelming overflowing river of emotions.
"You know," I start, voice loud but meek in the prevailing storm raging outside the walls, "back when we were kids and a storm hit the shores, our grandmother used to tell us tales from the sea. She was a sailor, a very feisty one, so her stories often included cuss words that she tried to keep at bay." I gulp.
"Cameron loved her for her stories. She resembled the sea that he wanted to explore—deep, mysterious and full of surprises. Unlike her, I was a black slate—self consumed, reluctant and stubborn. How he loved me, I cannot tell."
"What is it?" he questions when words do not leave my lips at all.
"I miss them." I admit, "I miss my grandmother. I miss Cameron."
He hums. I feel him shift beside me, and from the barely lit street light right outside our room, I see his shadow, the outline of his body, facing mine. "So what do you want me to do? Narrate to you a story?"
I exhale and twirl my hair on my finger. "I don't know. Can you?"
"Hmm..." he says, and after a while, I feel him fall back on the bed. There is a subtle warmth to his body these days, while mine is cold. I sense it next to me, and it soothes my nerves and fills my empty state like the sea.
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After a short two-week break, Waves is back! Do go check it out to see more of Clara and Jeonghan's bonding moments!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/271999429
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