#rmxyue

@rmxyue

The black ocean reflected the orange light of campfires a hundred times over, the half-moon washing pale light over its entirety, and from his spot away from the denser crowd it looked like stars had come down to float upon the waves. Embers popped rhythmically in the small fire he sat by, crisscross and calm from several cups of vodka mixed with a mystery juice. It left a pleasant, fruity taste on his tongue as the rest of his body vibrated with warmth. For the first time since arriving on the island he felt relaxed, all the pain and stress gone by the grace of sweet alcohol. 

If it hadn’t been for the girl that sat at the same tiny pit he’d be alone, as he liked it, but the discomfort that’d usually pester him never quite hit him. Maybe (definitely) it was the drink? He sipped from the red cup while watching her most conspicuously - no longer sober enough to hide his stare, and he soon found himself trying to remember what he knew of her. A second year - yes, that’s right, they had a class together before. She’s from China, they shared a language, but he doesn’t remember ever speaking to her. The name Yue finally surfaces from his cloudy memory and with it her gift, a gift that could inspire fear upon hearing of it.