Scaramouche

cloudy evening, sun set. you and Scaramouche are standing on the seashore. suddenly he grabs your hand and leads you into the water. the water is icy cold, since it's autumn. but he doesn't care they wade into the water up to their hips, and he pulls you into his arms he hugs you tightly, holding the back of your head with one hand and lightly squeezing your hair he caught the sensuality of the moment. the wind gently blew their hair. he was always drawn to the water, and he described his love for you in the same way as his love for the sea. he's been stuck in the idea that he's not worthy of you for a long time. that you'd be better off with someone else. although you know perfectly well that he can't find a place for himself if you're not around —what did you even see in me.. he muttered