Fall 2015. Elsewhere, on the California Coast.
He'd only lifted his cap to wipe the moisture from his brow, but she'd almost immediately started tugging at one of his sweaty wayward curls.
"I don't think you're going to have much luck."
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay."
"I'm just going to put the cap back on anyway."
"I know. I know."
He couldn't stop himself from smiling, even as he shielded his eyes from the ocean's glare.
"What?"
"It's just been a while since anyone cared about the state of my hair."
"I've always cared, my love. I just wasn't here to do anything about it."
SOUNDTRACK
Woah, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
[…]
Lonely rivers flow
To the sea, to the sea
[…]
"Wait for me, wait for me"
I'll be coming home, wait for me
– The Righteous Brothers. "Unchained Melody."
A/N:
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