PROLOGUE
563 Words
"No...keep your mouth open."
I listened his heartbeat, and felt the salt water on my tongue.
They gushed against my mouth, the saltiness and a slight sweetness falling onto it.
"Wha-
"Shush...it wil happen now"
My knees dipped into the sand, head kept on the sea level, a hand on my neck.
He kept it making sure I felt his presence.
I looked like a complete dog who hadn't drunk water.
But he was guiding me to keep my tongue out, the salt water touching my taste buds, confirming it was salty.
Until I waited for a solid minute.
And the saltiness gave into sweetness.
Like the honey drops I drank during a school trip, a chocolate I couldnt' stop eating whenever it was my time of the month, and the sweet tooth which I always had during a birthday party. To stuff all the cake inside was a dream come true, no offense, the birthday girl definitely gets her valid share.
Mrs Pretty told me off for dissolving sat instead of sugar, while explaining physical reactions to the kids at science exhibition.
I remember crying, pouring the salt water out to make sugary water again.
And now, Sweet water from a sea?
Impossible.
However everything was plausible with the man next to me.
Six feet, top notch muscled body that carried blue unwavering eyes, creased forehea and a long nose. Plushy lips with a shade of blue stars tatooed next to it, and navy blue hair, he shone like a greek mythological figure, hands dipped in each pocket with shoes that dipped in the sand alright.
The only time he took off those hands were to do something important, like dabbing the sand off his loafers, or telling me off.
Nothing else would grab a sight of his perfectly veined fingers or arms.
I loved every inch of this man before me, but I dared not admit it.
Not in the current situation, where he definitely had confessed through actions and words, his stay here was for different reasons.
I stared at him, stolen in the beauty of a humanly figure I had never laid eyes on before.
My optometry visits were lacking, the main reason why he caught a lot of moments, like this one for instance, and felt extremely proud of himself.
The ends of his tongue twirled.
"I am your water god innit?"
I left a deep exhale, averting gaze.
"Your so full of yourself"
"That isn't new to you", he would bent his head to meet my height and smile so wide, it would soar my heart in a way all those butterflies fluttered away.
I pushed him away, and bent to take some water. I licked it again, to find the sweetness fading.
"Is the entire sea sweet?"
"Yes", he hummed with pride.
"Well, change it"
"I will"
"Good"
With a click of his fingers, he turned around, and took my hands.
"Let's go"
Our fingers intertwined, like shells in mud, mostly as organic and natural as it was for the past three months he had been here.
Though he was here and filling my life with so much happiness, my mind didn't exclude the deadly conditions and the way he kept reminding me to never ask why he was here for.
I hated condition one itself, to go to the others.
That we would never kiss.
- Writer
