It was a warm night at the beach, the breeze blowing salt into our hair. I watched the stars twinkle in the velvet of the sky and watched the sky bleed into the waves. And the whole night shone. Not because of the stars, or the streetlights, or the guy who used to interest me; it shone because of the way the air smelled; it shone because it was freedom and breaking the rules and it went on forever.

Three weeks of school to go. Every day is bliss and torture.



hold me close like we both died
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