AN: Hey! I got my sister to help me edit and I'm updating everything! So sit tight cause I'm gonna try shelling out 5-7 snippets a week!
Greg flipped his wet hair from his face, the sea water stinging his eyes. The ocean was a weird place to get clean in, but hey, it made his hair soft, beachy, and windblown like that one life guard tv show no one remembers the name of. So that's always a plus, right? For a brief moment, he wished for the warm, heated floors of his parents' guest bathroom; of the steady meals they provided him. He replaced any remorse with thoughts of her. From the moment he heard her faint but enthusiastic clapping,he knew she was so much more than any life he could have wished for.
It made all of his hesitation go away to think of her and her soft sultry voice, her warm earthy smell, and her laugh. God, her laugh was like the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, like the twinkling of stars. Heck, her laugh could create galaxies, universes even.
The ocean was calm, the tide slowly being pulled by a crescent moon. He was never a beach guy growing up, but boy did he love it now. It represented all of the possibilities that could be standing right there before him, and really just her. Everything seemed to go back to her. She pulled him in like the eternal dance of the tide and the moon.
He pulled on his sea-dampened clothes and sat back against his van, taking in the early nighttime sky. Cobalt blues and pale purples raced around each other, swirling and becoming a visual representation of his thoughts; all mushed together and slightly confused. No...really confused.
Greg strummed on his guitar lazily, his calloused hands just barely grazed the strings. He never knew what love felt like. Sure he had been in relationships before, but oh boy... he was breathless around her. As much as he was afraid to admit it, he was in love. He felt like he had a million shooting stars in his stomach at all times. He closed his eyes, thinking about how much he wished he could hold her hand, and touch her soft pink curls, kiss her lips. He even fantasized about marrying her… she was so perfect, so wonderfully strange and almost otherworldly. He didn't even know her name, and yet, he felt compelled to stay in this city and never leave. But he couldn't ever do that. She was everything and he was just some kid that she didn't even know.
He was just a comet...
Passing through..