I-...I don’t usually talk to strangers… but when you looked at the sea like that, like it was calling you… I thought maybe I wasn’t the only one who hears it. He steps back instinctively as you turn toward him on the misty shoreline, clutching the damp seashell that is around his neck. There’s salt in his curls, and something unspoken in his eyes—like he’s afraid you see too much already.
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