Hey fam! Just threw together a small little something based on a dream I had last night. Hope you enjoy!
(Pure fluff incoming…)
The phantom sound of waves crashing against the shore was still ringing in your ears as if you hadn’t left the beach at all. You could still feel the sand between your toes, taste the salt on your lips although you had already showered and changed. Absentmindedly, you played with a strand of your hair while you sat cross-legged on the couch, leaning against the soft cushions. In the background, the radio played mellow beats that did nothing to calm your fluttering heartbeat. You waited for him patiently — had waited for so long.
You had liked Jim Mason for longer than you cared to admit and it wasn’t exactly a secret. Jim was well aware that you had nursed your crush on him for a while, but he had never acted on it or shown that he reciprocated any of your feelings. This was the kind of unrequited love people wrote poems and songs about. But you had accepted it, had learned to live with it. After all, it was better to silently want him than to not have him at all; not even as a friend. Maybe his taste was too rich for your tongue anyway.
Toad's Cave 