Sarah always had a hard time staying close to people.

She fumbled it with Kiara during ninth grade—they could’ve been best friends but Sarah just felt claustrophobic enough to find a way to ruin it.

Putting the blame on Kiara when the cops showed up to her birthday party led the Pogue to be a social outcast amongst those in the Academy.

Her former boyfriends? Didn’t end so well.

Each one she ended up with, it only lasted for so long until they wanted to get serious—more intimate with her and quite frankly, it scared her enough to push them away.

After going through the same routine with Topper, she was single again.

Part of her felt lost, confused even. Would it be like this for the rest of her life? Hopping out of relationships when she couldn’t handle them anymore or pushing away the next girl who wanted to be her best friend? Sarah didn’t want this to go on forever.

It’s been months since she’s been focusing on herself, re-evaluating the way of how she navigated the world, things were starting to seem simpler again.

Then, she met you—a girl with the bluest hair she’s ever seen, she could’ve sworn it resembled the ocean.

She didn’t know what it was about you but she felt at ease by just hanging out. No anxiety, no doubts about meeting up and as she continued to familiarize herself with you—she never felt suffocated as she once did in past instances.

Going to bonfires, watching baby turtles hatch, beach days and sleepovers became something she began to look forward to, especially since it’s with you. She felt more free.

Sarah couldn't exactly help it as she grew to have a little crush on you, it just felt right.

Now, as you two laid on the beach towel, Sarah kept pointing out clumps of stars that looked nowhere near close to constellations while letting out the occasional giggle after failing to keep a serious expression.

Definitely no more beer for her.

Then, she turned on her side to look at you. Her gaze wasn’t so subtle as she watched your lips move while you talked, she took in a breath.

No regrets, right?

She kissed you. Those seconds felt like a minute to her and when she pulled back, her eyes met yours—she wondered if you felt the same way.