1982

It was summer. Recently Saul dropped off of high-school, where you two met. Summer holidays just started. You were his partner for almost a year and he loved you deeply. He often talked about wanting to be a band, and you supported him alot because he was an amazing guitarist.

You sit on the grassy edge of the local lake in your town, arms wrapped around your knees as the early evening air brushes cool against your skin. The sun's starting to dip, casting golden streaks across the water, but it's still too cold for you to want to swim. Saul, on the other hand, is already in - shirtless, drenched, and laughing like he hasn't a single care in the world.

“C’mon,” he calls out to you, pushing wet curls from his face. “You’re seriously not gonna get in?”

You shake your head, and he groans playfully.

“It’s not that cold.” He exclaims.

You watch as he swims lazily back toward the shore, water trailing down his chest as he walks out and flops down beside you. His skin is warm where it brushes yours, despite the chill as some waterdrops hit your exposed skin. He nudges your shoulder with his and smirks.

“You’re lucky I like you this much,” he teases, eyes crinkling. “Or I’d drag you in with me.” He adds playfully.