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this is mi first writing! please be gentile and kind, you can give me some recommendations if you want, thank you! (english not my first language)
Summer 1895
A quit afternoon on the beach of california, Steve was sitting on the sand, watching how the waves were crashing into each other, when suddenly a voice from behind made him get out of his thoughts.
"Hey, do you mind if i keep you company?"
Steve turned his head and raised his gaze, there was a girl, a girl with beautiful brown eyes, freckles that stood up with the sun, wavy hair that looked ginger with the sun, but he saw it was brunette, and a cute smile was with her.
He was speechless, how a pretty girl was asking if she can keep hi company? he thought if love at first sight.
He shared his head "h-hey, yeah, yeah, no problem, you can sit here.. is you want." God why he acted so weird?
"Great." she said taking sit next to him, her legs were stretched out, while she recharged in her arms backwards. "so, are you from here?" she asked looking at him.
"N-no, I'm just here for the summer, and you?" he asked looking at her. Why his heart was beating so fast.
"Oh okay, I'll be here all summer too, I'm from San Francisco." she said smiling.
"Wow, that's cool, I like San Francisco, well... I've only seen pictures of it, I've never been there." he said with an awkward laugh, while touching the back of his neck. This girl made him really nervous.
"You should visit some day, it's really nice there. If you go, I could show you around." she said in confidence.
"That would be awesome, like really awesome actually... now I kinda wanna go," he said, then he realized what he'd said and his eyes widened. "S-sorry! That sounded kinda weird, I didn't mean it like that."
She burst out laughing tilting her head back. "Don't worry, it's okay," she said. She looks cute, he thought. "Hey," she spoke again, turning back to him. "You never told me your name."
Steve paused for a moment. "Right! sorry, I'm Steve. You?"
"Steve... nice name, it suits you. I'm reader," she said while fixing her hair.
She just said my name is nice--what?
Steve blinked. "Thanks... t-thanks, your name is nice too," he said, smiling shyly.
"Thanks, Steve." She looked back at the ocean.
By now, the sun was starting to set.
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked, turning her gaze back to him.
Steve checked his watch. "it's 7:30 p.m. it's getting dark."
"I should probably go," she said, standing up from the sand. Steve followed her.
"It was nice to meet you, Steve."
"Yeah, yeah," he said, smiling nervously. "Um... could we see made each other again? Only if you want!"
âYeah, sure. Same place tomorrow at 5:30? It wonât be as sunny then.â
âThat sounds good. Tomorrow, then,â he said, putting his hands in the front pockets of his shorts.
âOkay⌠bye, Steve,â she said, walking away and waving.
âByeâŚâ he said, watching her leave.
Steve Harrington was completely enchanted by her.
Steve kept thinking about her after she left.
The way she said goodbye.
The way the sand stuck a little to her feet as she walked away.
The way she didnât look back right away⌠but still waved.
He stayed there even after she was gone.
Just watching the ocean like it had something to say.
The beach felt quieter now.
Not empty⌠just different.
Like something had happened and the world was pretending it didnât notice.
Steve sighed and leaned back on his hands, staring at the sky as it slowly turned darker.
Tomorrow at 5:30, he thought.
He didnât even have to convince himself to come.
It already felt decided.
By the middle of summer, it had already become a habit.
Steve didnât really think about it anymore. He just went.
Same time. Same beach. Same stretch of sand that somehow started to feel like it belonged to them.
And she was almost always there before him.
At first, he used to notice everything. The nervousness, the timing, the way his heart reacted when he saw her sitting there.
Now it was different.
Now it just felt⌠normal.
Like summer had quietly decided to place them in the same place, every day, without asking.
They stopped saying things like âsee you tomorrowâ at first.
They didnât need to.
It was understood.
Some days they talked a lot. About random things that didnât matter but still felt important in the moment.
Other days, they barely spoke at all.
Just sat side by side, letting the ocean fill the silence between them.
And somehow, those days felt just as good.
Steve started noticing things he didnât mean to notice.
The way she always arrived with slightly messy hair from the wind.
The way she kicked the sand lightly when she was thinking.
The way she looked out at the water like she was trying to understand something she couldnât explain.
And worse⌠the way he started looking for her before she even came into view.
It wasnât something he admitted out loud.
Not even to himself.
But it was there.
A small pull in his chest every time he walked toward the beach.
Like something was waiting for him.
One afternoon, they stayed longer than usual.
The sun was lower than normal when they realized it.
Steve noticed the sky changing colors first.
Orange turning soft. Pink spreading slowly like paint across water.
She was sitting closer than before without either of them deciding it.
Just⌠naturally.
Like space between them had started disappearing without permission.
Steve looked at her for a second too long, then quickly looked away.
Not because it was awkward.
Because it felt like if he kept looking, something would change.
And he wasnât ready for it to.
Still, he came back the next day.
And the next.
Without thinking about it.
One day, they were lying on the sand on a towel, both staring up at the sky.
The beach was quieter than usual.
At some point, Steve turned his head to look at her.
She turned too, noticing him.
There was a pause.
A soft one.
âI donât want summer to end,â Steve said finally, looking at her.
âI donât either,â she smiled a little. âIâve had a really good time with you.â
Steve let out a small breath, almost laughing.
âYou know⌠I thought this summer was gonna be kind of boring,â he said. âBut then you showed up.â
She tilted her head slightly.
âI still remember the first day you sat next to me,â he continued. âSo⌠thanks for that, freckle.â
She laughed softly.
âI remember that,â she said. âYou were so nervous. Why were you so nervous?â
Steve smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.
âBecause you made me nervous,â he admitted. âThatâs kinda on you.â
She laughed again.
âYouâre not helping your case, Steve.â
Then she reached over and gently touched his cheek, smiling.
âYouâre kinda cute too, you know.â
Steve froze for a second.
Then he took a breath.
âOkay⌠I need to tell you something,â he said, a little quieter now.
She waited.
âIâve been thinking about this for a while⌠and I donât want summer to end without saying it.â
His voice shook a little.
âI think Iâm⌠really falling for you.â
A pause.
âI like your eyes. Your freckles. Your smile. The way you laugh at my stupid jokes⌠and how everything feels easier when youâre around.â
He looked at her, softer now.
âI donât know⌠it just feels like youâre something I donât want to lose.â
She stayed quiet for a moment.
Not because she didnât know what to say⌠but because she was trying to hold onto everything he had just said.
The sound of the waves filled the silence between them.
Steve looked a little nervous now, like he suddenly wasnât sure if he had said too much.
But she just looked at him.
Really looked at him.
And then she smiled.
âSteveâŚâ she said softly, almost like she was testing his name on her tongue.
She moved a little closer on the towel.
âI didnât expect you to say all that,â she admitted, letting out a small breath.
Her fingers lightly touched the sand beside his hand.
âBut I think⌠Iâve felt something too.â
She looked down for a second, smiling to herself.
âI just didnât know what to call it.â
A pause.
Then she looked back at him.
âI like you, Steve.â
Not rushed. Not dramatic.
Just simple. Real.
âI like how you get nervous over the smallest things. I like how you always show up even when you pretend itâs accidental. I like how you look at things like they matter more than they should.â
She gave a soft laugh.
âAnd I like that youâre you.â
The wind moved gently through her hair.
âI donât want summer to end either,â she said a little quieter. âBecause I donât know what happens after this⌠but I know I donât want to lose this.â
She looked at him for a moment longer.
Then, very softly:
âSo yeah⌠I like you too.â
After that day, everything felt different⌠but not in a sudden way.
Nothing changed all at once.
It was more like something slowly shifted in the background of everything they did.
Like the summer was still the same⌠but they werenât.
They still met at the beach every day.
Still talked about random things that didnât really matter.
Still laughed at the same jokes.
Still sat close enough that their shoulders almost touched when the wind got colder.
But now there was something else there too.
Something neither of them really named.
Something soft. Quiet. Constant.
Time.
Steve started noticing it first in small moments.
The way the sun was setting a little earlier than before.
The way the water felt colder when they walked in it.
The way people at the beach were starting to disappear earlier in the day.
But mostly, he noticed it in her.
Not that she had changed.
It was more that he was paying attention in a different way now.
Like everything mattered more than it used to.
One afternoon, they stayed later than usual.
The sky had already turned orange, fading into deep blue at the edges.
They were walking along the shore, barefoot, letting the waves touch their feet every few seconds.
Their footprints appeared behind them⌠and disappeared almost immediately after.
Like they were never really there.
She looked out at the ocean for a long time before speaking.
âDo you ever think about⌠after summer?â she asked, like it was just a random thought.
Steve didnât answer right away.
Because he did.
More than he wanted to admit.
Not just once in a while.
Almost every time he saw her now.
âNot really,â he said softly, after a pause.
It wasnât a good lie.
He could feel that immediately.
She didnât respond right away either.
Just kept walking.
The waves came in quietly beside them, touching the sand and pulling back like nothing stayed for long.
âYeahâŚâ she said finally, her voice lighter than before, but not fully convincing. âMe neither.â
There was a small silence after that.
Not uncomfortable.
Just⌠heavier than usual.
Steve glanced at her from the side.
She was looking forward, but her expression wasnât fully there anymore.
Like part of her was somewhere else.
And thatâs when it hit him, very quietly.
Not like something dramatic.
More like a thought that settles in without permission.
Even this⌠doesnât last forever.
The idea didnât make him panic.
It just stayed there.
And suddenly, everything felt a little more fragile.
The ocean didnât look as endless as it used to.
The sky didnât feel as permanent.
Even the moment they were in felt like it had an ending already written somewhere.
Steve looked forward again, swallowing lightly.
He didnât say anything else.
Neither did she.
But this time, when their hands almost brushed while walkingâŚ
he didnât move away
The days kept passing.
Too fast now.
Or maybe Steve was just noticing them more.
Every sunset started looking a little more like the last one.
Every âsee you tomorrowâ felt a little more fragile than before.
And neither of them talked about it out loud.
Not fully.
Not clearly.
Because saying it would make it real.
And neither of them wanted to rush the ending of something they still didnât fully understand.
But it was there anyway.
The end of summer.
One of their last days together felt quieter than usual.
Not sad at first.
Just⌠soft.
They met at the beach like always, but this time neither of them spoke right away.
They just sat down on the sand, close, watching the ocean like it had answers they didnât have yet.
The wind was a little colder.
The light was softer.
Steve kept glancing at her, then looking away again.
Like he was trying to memorize something without being obvious about it.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
âYouâre staring,â she said quietly, with a small smile.
Steve let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh.
âI know.â
A pause.
Then he looked at her properly this time.
Like he wasnât going to look away.
âI donât want this to end,â he said, more honest than he meant to be.
Her smile faded a little⌠but not completely.
âMe neither,â she whispered.
Silence again.
But this one felt different.
Not heavy.
Just full.
Steve shifted a little closer without thinking.
And she didnât move away.
The ocean kept moving behind them, like it always did.
Like it always would.
But this moment felt like it wasnât part of that.
Like it existed somewhere outside of time.
Steve looked at her lips for a second.
Then back to her eyes.
âCan IâŚ?â he started, then stopped, nervous again like the first day.
She nodded before he even finished.
So he did.
He leaned in slowly, like he was afraid the moment would disappear if he moved too fast.
And she met him halfway.
It wasnât rushed.
It wasnât perfect in a dramatic way.
It was soft.
Warm.
Simple.
Like it had always been meant to happen there, on that beach, under that fading light.
When they pulled awayâ
neither of them moved.
Steve stayed there for a second, eyes still closed for just a moment longer, like opening them would mean the moment was over.
When he finally looked at her again, she was already looking at him.
She smiled.
Not a big smile.
Just that small one she always did when she was trying not to make something feel too serious.
Steve laughed quietly.
âWhat?â
She shook her head.
âNothing.â
But she looked at him again.
Then smiled more.
âYou look surprised.â
Steve let out a breath.
âI think I am.â
She laughed softly.
Then she looked back toward the ocean.
The sun was almost gone now.
Everything looked softer.
Like the world already knew this was the ending.
Neither of them stood up.
Neither wanted to be the one to leave first.
So they stayed.
Talking.
Not about the future.
Not about promises.
Not about distance.
Just little things.
Like the first day.
She asked him what his favorite day of summer had been.
He saidâ
âThis one.â
She rolled her eyes.
âThat doesnât count.â
He smiled.
Then thought for a second.
âThe day you sat next to me.â
She looked at him.
He shrugged.
âYou ruined my boring summer.â
She smiled and looked down.
Then after a momentâ
she asked quietlyâ
âDo you think youâll forget me?â
Steve looked at her immediately.
Like the question surprised him.
He laughed softly.
âNo.â
She smiled.
But looked nervous.
âYou say that now.â
Steve thought for a second.
Then smiled a little.
âOkay.â
He pointed toward her.
âYou always fix your hair behind your ear when the wind gets stronger.â
She looked at him.
He continued.
âYou laugh before you finish your sentences."
Her smile got smaller.
âAnd when you think too much, you draw shapes in the sand.â
She looked down.
Steve smiled.
âYou say my name differently when youâre teasing me.â
this is mi first writing! please be gentile and kind, you can give me some recommendations if you want, thank you! (english not my first language)
Summer 1895
A quit afternoon on the beach of california, Steve was sitting on the sand, watching how the waves were crashing into each other, when suddenly a voice from behind made him get out of his thoughts.
"Hey, do you mind if i keep you company?"
Steve turned his head and raised his gaze, there was a girl, a girl with beautiful brown eyes, freckles that stood up with the sun, wavy hair that looked ginger with the sun, but he saw it was brunette, and a cute smile was with her.
He was speechless, how a pretty girl was asking if she can keep hi company? he thought if love at first sight.
He shared his head "h-hey, yeah, yeah, no problem, you can sit here.. is you want." God why he acted so weird?
"Great." she said taking sit next to him, her legs were stretched out, while she recharged in her arms backwards. "so, are you from here?" she asked looking at him.
"N-no, I'm just here for the summer, and you?" he asked looking at her. Why his heart was beating so fast.
"Oh okay, I'll be here all summer too, I'm from San Francisco." she said smiling.
"Wow, that's cool, I like San Francisco, well... I've only seen pictures of it, I've never been there." he said with an awkward laugh, while touching the back of his neck. This girl made him really nervous.
"You should visit some day, it's really nice there. If you go, I could show you around." she said in confidence.
"That would be awesome, like really awesome actually... now I kinda wanna go," he said, then he realized what he'd said and his eyes widened. "S-sorry! That sounded kinda weird, I didn't mean it like that."
She burst out laughing tilting her head back. "Don't worry, it's okay," she said. She looks cute, he thought. "Hey," she spoke again, turning back to him. "You never told me your name."
Steve paused for a moment. "Right! sorry, I'm Steve. You?"
"Steve... nice name, it suits you. I'm reader," she said while fixing her hair.
She just said my name is nice--what?
Steve blinked. "Thanks... t-thanks, your name is nice too," he said, smiling shyly.
"Thanks, Steve." She looked back at the ocean.
By now, the sun was starting to set.
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked, turning her gaze back to him.
Steve checked his watch. "it's 7:30 p.m. it's getting dark."
"I should probably go," she said, standing up from the sand. Steve followed her.
"It was nice to meet you, Steve."
"Yeah, yeah," he said, smiling nervously. "Um... could we see made each other again? Only if you want!"
âYeah, sure. Same place tomorrow at 5:30? It wonât be as sunny then.â
âThat sounds good. Tomorrow, then,â he said, putting his hands in the front pockets of his shorts.
âOkay⌠bye, Steve,â she said, walking away and waving.
âByeâŚâ he said, watching her leave.
Steve Harrington was completely enchanted by her.
Steve kept thinking about her after she left.
The way she said goodbye.
The way the sand stuck a little to her feet as she walked away.
The way she didnât look back right away⌠but still waved.
He stayed there even after she was gone.
Just watching the ocean like it had something to say.
The beach felt quieter now.
Not empty⌠just different.
Like something had happened and the world was pretending it didnât notice.
Steve sighed and leaned back on his hands, staring at the sky as it slowly turned darker.
Tomorrow at 5:30, he thought.
He didnât even have to convince himself to come.
It already felt decided.
By the middle of summer, it had already become a habit.
Steve didnât really think about it anymore. He just went.
Same time. Same beach. Same stretch of sand that somehow started to feel like it belonged to them.
And she was almost always there before him.
At first, he used to notice everything. The nervousness, the timing, the way his heart reacted when he saw her sitting there.
Now it was different.
Now it just felt⌠normal.
Like summer had quietly decided to place them in the same place, every day, without asking.
They stopped saying things like âsee you tomorrowâ at first.
They didnât need to.
It was understood.
Some days they talked a lot. About random things that didnât matter but still felt important in the moment.
Other days, they barely spoke at all.
Just sat side by side, letting the ocean fill the silence between them.
And somehow, those days felt just as good.
Steve started noticing things he didnât mean to notice.
The way she always arrived with slightly messy hair from the wind.
The way she kicked the sand lightly when she was thinking.
The way she looked out at the water like she was trying to understand something she couldnât explain.
And worse⌠the way he started looking for her before she even came into view.
It wasnât something he admitted out loud.
Not even to himself.
But it was there.
A small pull in his chest every time he walked toward the beach.
Like something was waiting for him.
One afternoon, they stayed longer than usual.
The sun was lower than normal when they realized it.
Steve noticed the sky changing colors first.
Orange turning soft. Pink spreading slowly like paint across water.
She was sitting closer than before without either of them deciding it.
Just⌠naturally.
Like space between them had started disappearing without permission.
Steve looked at her for a second too long, then quickly looked away.
Not because it was awkward.
Because it felt like if he kept looking, something would change.
And he wasnât ready for it to.
Still, he came back the next day.
And the next.
Without thinking about it.
One day, they were lying on the sand on a towel, both staring up at the sky.
The beach was quieter than usual.
At some point, Steve turned his head to look at her.
She turned too, noticing him.
There was a pause.
A soft one.
âI donât want summer to end,â Steve said finally, looking at her.
âI donât either,â she smiled a little. âIâve had a really good time with you.â
Steve let out a small breath, almost laughing.
âYou know⌠I thought this summer was gonna be kind of boring,â he said. âBut then you showed up.â
She tilted her head slightly.
âI still remember the first day you sat next to me,â he continued. âSo⌠thanks for that, freckle.â
She laughed softly.
âI remember that,â she said. âYou were so nervous. Why were you so nervous?â
Steve smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.
âBecause you made me nervous,â he admitted. âThatâs kinda on you.â
She laughed again.
âYouâre not helping your case, Steve.â
Then she reached over and gently touched his cheek, smiling.
âYouâre kinda cute too, you know.â
Steve froze for a second.
Then he took a breath.
âOkay⌠I need to tell you something,â he said, a little quieter now.
She waited.
âIâve been thinking about this for a while⌠and I donât want summer to end without saying it.â
His voice shook a little.
âI think Iâm⌠really falling for you.â
A pause.
âI like your eyes. Your freckles. Your smile. The way you laugh at my stupid jokes⌠and how everything feels easier when youâre around.â
He looked at her, softer now.
âI donât know⌠it just feels like youâre something I donât want to lose.â
She stayed quiet for a moment.
Not because she didnât know what to say⌠but because she was trying to hold onto everything he had just said.
The sound of the waves filled the silence between them.
Steve looked a little nervous now, like he suddenly wasnât sure if he had said too much.
But she just looked at him.
Really looked at him.
And then she smiled.
âSteveâŚâ she said softly, almost like she was testing his name on her tongue.
She moved a little closer on the towel.
âI didnât expect you to say all that,â she admitted, letting out a small breath.
Her fingers lightly touched the sand beside his hand.
âBut I think⌠Iâve felt something too.â
She looked down for a second, smiling to herself.
âI just didnât know what to call it.â
A pause.
Then she looked back at him.
âI like you, Steve.â
Not rushed. Not dramatic.
Just simple. Real.
âI like how you get nervous over the smallest things. I like how you always show up even when you pretend itâs accidental. I like how you look at things like they matter more than they should.â
She gave a soft laugh.
âAnd I like that youâre you.â
The wind moved gently through her hair.
âI donât want summer to end either,â she said a little quieter. âBecause I donât know what happens after this⌠but I know I donât want to lose this.â
She looked at him for a moment longer.
Then, very softly:
âSo yeah⌠I like you too.â
After that day, everything felt different⌠but not in a sudden way.
Nothing changed all at once.
It was more like something slowly shifted in the background of everything they did.
Like the summer was still the same⌠but they werenât.
They still met at the beach every day.
Still talked about random things that didnât really matter.
Still laughed at the same jokes.
Still sat close enough that their shoulders almost touched when the wind got colder.
But now there was something else there too.
Something neither of them really named.
Something soft. Quiet. Constant.
Time.
Steve started noticing it first in small moments.
The way the sun was setting a little earlier than before.
The way the water felt colder when they walked in it.
The way people at the beach were starting to disappear earlier in the day.
But mostly, he noticed it in her.
Not that she had changed.
It was more that he was paying attention in a different way now.
Like everything mattered more than it used to.
One afternoon, they stayed later than usual.
The sky had already turned orange, fading into deep blue at the edges.
They were walking along the shore, barefoot, letting the waves touch their feet every few seconds.
Their footprints appeared behind them⌠and disappeared almost immediately after.
Like they were never really there.
She looked out at the ocean for a long time before speaking.
âDo you ever think about⌠after summer?â she asked, like it was just a random thought.
Steve didnât answer right away.
Because he did.
More than he wanted to admit.
Not just once in a while.
Almost every time he saw her now.
âNot really,â he said softly, after a pause.
It wasnât a good lie.
He could feel that immediately.
She didnât respond right away either.
Just kept walking.
The waves came in quietly beside them, touching the sand and pulling back like nothing stayed for long.
âYeahâŚâ she said finally, her voice lighter than before, but not fully convincing. âMe neither.â
There was a small silence after that.
Not uncomfortable.
Just⌠heavier than usual.
Steve glanced at her from the side.
She was looking forward, but her expression wasnât fully there anymore.
Like part of her was somewhere else.
And thatâs when it hit him, very quietly.
Not like something dramatic.
More like a thought that settles in without permission.
Even this⌠doesnât last forever.
The idea didnât make him panic.
It just stayed there.
And suddenly, everything felt a little more fragile.
The ocean didnât look as endless as it used to.
The sky didnât feel as permanent.
Even the moment they were in felt like it had an ending already written somewhere.
Steve looked forward again, swallowing lightly.
He didnât say anything else.
Neither did she.
But this time, when their hands almost brushed while walkingâŚ
he didnât move away
The days kept passing.
Too fast now.
Or maybe Steve was just noticing them more.
Every sunset started looking a little more like the last one.
Every âsee you tomorrowâ felt a little more fragile than before.
And neither of them talked about it out loud.
Not fully.
Not clearly.
Because saying it would make it real.
And neither of them wanted to rush the ending of something they still didnât fully understand.
But it was there anyway.
The end of summer.
One of their last days together felt quieter than usual.
Not sad at first.
Just⌠soft.
They met at the beach like always, but this time neither of them spoke right away.
They just sat down on the sand, close, watching the ocean like it had answers they didnât have yet.
The wind was a little colder.
The light was softer.
Steve kept glancing at her, then looking away again.
Like he was trying to memorize something without being obvious about it.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
âYouâre staring,â she said quietly, with a small smile.
Steve let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh.
âI know.â
A pause.
Then he looked at her properly this time.
Like he wasnât going to look away.
âI donât want this to end,â he said, more honest than he meant to be.
Her smile faded a little⌠but not completely.
âMe neither,â she whispered.
Silence again.
But this one felt different.
Not heavy.
Just full.
Steve shifted a little closer without thinking.
And she didnât move away.
The ocean kept moving behind them, like it always did.
Like it always would.
But this moment felt like it wasnât part of that.
Like it existed somewhere outside of time.
Steve looked at her lips for a second.
Then back to her eyes.
âCan IâŚ?â he started, then stopped, nervous again like the first day.
She nodded before he even finished.
So he did.
He leaned in slowly, like he was afraid the moment would disappear if he moved too fast.
And she met him halfway.
It wasnât rushed.
It wasnât perfect in a dramatic way.
It was soft.
Warm.
Simple.
Like it had always been meant to happen there, on that beach, under that fading light.
When they pulled awayâ
neither of them moved.
Steve stayed there for a second, eyes still closed for just a moment longer, like opening them would mean the moment was over.
When he finally looked at her again, she was already looking at him.
She smiled.
Not a big smile.
Just that small one she always did when she was trying not to make something feel too serious.
Steve laughed quietly.
âWhat?â
She shook her head.
âNothing.â
But she looked at him again.
Then smiled more.
âYou look surprised.â
Steve let out a breath.
âI think I am.â
She laughed softly.
Then she looked back toward the ocean.
The sun was almost gone now.
Everything looked softer.
Like the world already knew this was the ending.
Neither of them stood up.
Neither wanted to be the one to leave first.
So they stayed.
Talking.
Not about the future.
Not about promises.
Not about distance.
Just little things.
Like the first day.
She asked him what his favorite day of summer had been.
He saidâ
âThis one.â
She rolled her eyes.
âThat doesnât count.â
He smiled.
Then thought for a second.
âThe day you sat next to me.â
She looked at him.
He shrugged.
âYou ruined my boring summer.â
She smiled and looked down.
Then after a momentâ
she asked quietlyâ
âDo you think youâll forget me?â
Steve looked at her immediately.
Like the question surprised him.
He laughed softly.
âNo.â
She smiled.
But looked nervous.
âYou say that now.â
Steve thought for a second.
Then smiled a little.
âOkay.â
He pointed toward her.
âYou always fix your hair behind your ear when the wind gets stronger.â
She looked at him.
He continued.
âYou laugh before you finish your sentences."
Her smile got smaller.
âAnd when you think too much, you draw shapes in the sand.â
She looked down.
Steve smiled.
âYou say my name differently when youâre teasing me.â
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