The Night- d.f.m

We always met in the night. 

Reckless, senseless--we were the epitome of the teenage experience. Hopping from one world of romance, to another full of enchantments and promises impossible to keep. But Ryan, with his sea-glass green eyes and shaggy blond curls, always knew how to keep our world hidden in the night. 

I wondered why he kept us there, under eavesdropping stars and eternal darkness. But most nights, I simply yearned to smell the salty scent of him after our midnight swims and his gritty touch from clinging sand. 

We were innocent, we were free, we were night creatures.

The End

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