abby knew you. maybe a little too well, you thought. from your favourite food, favourite supply shop to stop by — hell, your favourite spot in all of seattle, on a spot near the coast, just far enough that seraphites wouldn’t pass it. and that is where you were, waves lapping gently against your bare feet, sun just bordering on the horizon, lighting a strip of flame across the broad, pale sky.

“hey,” a familiar voice called out, not even a couple of minutes later, settling down next to you in the sand, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

most of all? it was her touch that drove you crazy. god, you were delusional.

looking over to her now, you could see it in her expression. the gentle glint in her eye you only ever saw present with you. surely this wasn’t platonic, right?

right?