kisslov..

steam from the sea
An ordinary evening. A cold wind played with your hair, giving your skin a chill. Next to the sea, you felt calm and comfortable, as if only the sea understood you, until you saw a figure not far from you.

You could only make out a few of his outlines. A tall guy, with dark, curly, short hair, and a large-looking jacket. He was walking as if he, too, had come for peace and quiet. You looked at him for a long time until he saw you.

He timidly noticed you and decided to approach you, and the sea seemed to be pushing you towards him. And now he’s already approaching you.