Sweetheart HarvesterThis beach, his beach, was usually deserted. It was tucked into a smaller part of Adenyn City, a part where people live's were painted in black and white and most people spent their time shut in and with their curtains drawn. But he was different from them. He loved his beach. The sunlight there seemed to be exceptionally effulgent; it had a certain way of caressing his skin that no other side of the sun could. He loved how his toes sunk into the soft sand and how the salty breeze rippled through his hair. The tide was always too high for safe swimming, but he would jump in anyway, still fully clad in whatever clothes he had donned that day. His life was of little importance in the grand scheme of things, he knew.
On Wednesday morning, again, the boy grew tired of futilely attempting to block out the sounds.
He closed his eyes to the sound of the soporific ocean close by, to the sound of the overflowing perpetual of water. The big, big, waves of blue undulating as they rolled onto the shore over and over again. Constant and unchanging and peaceful.
If only home was just like that, too.
He was next to his window in a flash, yanking it up and climbing out almost hungrily. His knees banged against the windowsill as he clambered out, and he knew that would surely leave a bruise tomorrow. He would probably kick up a fuss about it, and she would try to calm his nerves to no avail. Then what? What would happen then?
He didn't want to think about it.
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