“I raise my face to his, ready for the crush of his lips against mine, wanting to share more than these nervous breaths.”

“I raise my face to his, ready for the crush of his lips against mine, wanting to share more than these nervous breaths.”

“I raise my face to his, ready for the crush of his lips against mine, wanting to share more than these nervous breaths.”

“Nothing from the ocean is meant to survive on land forever.”

“And with the melody came the unmistakable sound of water slapping against the rocks far below us, slowly eroding the foundation of Port Coire and everything I loved.”