"On the Count of Three"


Dipping his foot in the ocean proved to be problematic on its own terms, a sweep of lightheaded complexities overtaking the captain's mind. Just as his toe broke from the surface beneath, Makoto felt the abrupt caress of heat in his hand. Haruka, dipping his fingers into his friend's palm, lowered his voice beyond that of his usual whisper.

"We'll walk in on three."

"One."

Makoto considered making a run for it.

"Two."

But Haruka held the hand fixedly, a foothold personified.

"Three."

One of the two broke free, shattering the saline surface to paddle toward a distance's dying sun.


AN) Feels good to get back into the drabble business.

And no, you're not supposed to know which of the two made a run for the ocean. That's up to you and your imagination, which is an author's way of saying "I honestly have no f-king clue man, I just thought it would be 'artsy'".