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The smooth ocean waves crashed against the soft, finely grained sand touched by the silky rays of the moon overhead. In that moment, the certainty that the waves would come back to shore was the last certainty I had left in this life.
It was a nice quiet atmosphere on this beach compared to the bustling nightlife of earlier. After all, it was late enough for people to not be still awake, but not quite early enough for people to begin their day.
The pastel moon shone its bright splendorous light for all to see. The sun and moon often go hand in hand. Dark, and light; good and evil. But the moon and the ocean are often forgotten. The ocean forever tugs towards the moon with its tired yearning arms whilst the moon looks down from above. The ocean reaches forever and forever towards this moon, unknowing of how it will never win this battle.
The tide desperately pulls toward the moon, but the moon has to set eventually. The ocean frantically rushes towards the moon, never ending its fight for the moon. It's hard for me not to pity these gorgeous oceans. For as long as it endures this existence, it shall wish for the moon and the stars, a battle that simply cannot be won.
Finny and I sat on these dunes, admiring the effort that the ocean puts every single night to desperately reach its lover. After such a long day of us being here in the city, it was nice to spend the night here on the coast.
We lay on our respective dunes for a while, but it became clear that the soft grained sand would not allow for the best repose. We had conversed, or rather, I let Finny talk about whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted, which he quite obviously did.
He moved up close to me and we watched those beautiful waves roll by. They hadn't been so high up earlier that evening, they had been following the moon. It was nice, just sitting together, with no need for words. The waves said enough about us.
I shut my eyes for a few moments, without the intention of sleeping, but of just letting my mind rest. When I opened my eyes, I saw not the moon, but my beloved friend above me. His long bangs covering his face like curtains. His blue green eyes with such a firey animosity I have never seen before. Their fire sliced through the hazy moon lit ocean air. They shone brighter than the moon itself.
He descended and our lips met.
Unconsciously, my arms flew up toward him. Though not to push him away, but rather to pull him in toward me. Our mouths meshed just as the waves hit the coast. I do not believe there exists or will exist any instance in which two people so perfectly fit one another. For me and Finny were one. His soul had flown into my heart and it was completely and utterly unclear where one started and the other ended.
Finny's lips melted into mine and we were together. The gray clouds unveiled a moonlight serenade for us and my soul opened to Finny like a blooming flower. It was in those moments that I realized, I would give my soul to Finny.
We were a cloud of bright colors. Colors unknown to anyone but us two. Trails and streams with nothing in common, perfectly meeting in one pivotal point: our lips. Ethereal sensations washed over me as our souls intertwined.
There was nothing in this world that mattered to me more. In this loving embrace shared by myself and Finny, it seemed like there was no one else in this world. Just us, and the yearning waves.
The pastel rays of the singing moon gave Finny such a beautiful aura. His brown sand covered hair glistened in such ethereal lighting. His cheeks were flushed a gorgeous deep red. His eyelashes fluttered like butterflies.
His lips smelled of roses and my senses were overwhelmed by euphoric senses of desire yet a mournful longing. These moments seemed to last so little yet for a moment in time there existed a universe for just me and Finny.
After these precious moments, he pulled away.
He looked toward those forever reaching waves with an unreadable gaze. His piercing eyes forever burning a place in my mind. Such a euphoric sensation left my soul tingling with such yearning for him.
The moon's drowsy wish once again illuminated Finny's eyes. His eyes didn't seem to fit in the pallette of the night. They pierced the night sky and they stole the splendor of the stars. His gaze was a languid, hopeless ballad of desire.
His rosy lips were slightly parted, and he looked as though there was something he wanted to say, but his lips wouldn't move. He never broke his yearning gaze toward the everreaching waves, and he extended a hand in their direction, as if wanting to hold them in his hands.
Beautiful, Finny was. His hair, bathed in the moon's light, still covered in sand. His rose lips and his flushed cheeks. His long eyelashes that framed those stunning, bold eyes that said everything you needed to know about him.
Those eyes, deeper than the ocean told me tales of sorrow and despair. Of desire and longing. Of unsaid words and deep regrets. The cold sea air cast a gloomy mist that emanated the feelings found within Finny's eyes.
Those sorrowful eyes met mine and a single tear sullied those beautiful cheeks of his as he stared right through me with such a blank expression. Lips parted, and an empty gaze. The tear rolled down his cheek and pooled at his chin while the rays emanating from his fire eyes sang melancholic stories.
After a long pause, he spoke in a soft, deep voice unheard of to me.
"I love you, Gene."