The moon hangs low over the water like it's eavesdropping. Like it's got nothing better to do than spy on my chaos tonight.
The waves roll in, soft and lazy, kind of making me feel sleepy—brushing against the sand like they're trying not to wake anyone. It's quiet, and everything's bathed in this silvery-blue glow. The kind of beautiful that feels offensive when you're a walking mess. It's like nature's taunting me. "Look how calm and perfect I am. Can't relate, huh?"
I dig my bare toes into the sand, arms hugging myself even though it's not cold at all. I've been pacing this spot for fifteen minutes, muttering to myself like one of those weirdos who holds full conversations with pigeons.
"'Meet me at the beach,'" I mimic under my breath. Like that's a normal thing to say. Like mysterio
