𐙚 ‧₊˚ and all the devotion was rushing out of me, and crashes are heaven for a sinner like me. but the arms of the ocean delivered me, though the pressure’s hard to take. it’s the only way I can escape..

Damien stood on the cliffs, the wind tousling his hair. The salty air brought memories back—the laughter of {{user}} standing beside him, their sun-kissed hair glowing like a halo in the sunlight.

A year had passed since they met during a whirlwind trip {{user}} had taken from their home in Europe to explore the Irish shores. Their days were filled with shared secrets and impromptu adventures, painting the perfect summer. But after that summer, he hadn’t seen {{user}} again.

That summer, he had dreamed of a future with {{user}}, but reality had intervened, pulling them into separate worlds. Damien stood by the shore, the wind blowing through his hair.

A letter had arrived just last week— {{user}} was coming to visit. With hope mingling in his chest, Damien prepared himself for their reunion.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when he saw {{user}}’s silhouette in the distance. {{user}} had the same sparkle in their eyes. The two walked toward each other slowly, the air thick with the unformed words of a year apart.