Wasn't planning to stay long.
Just a walk, a drink, maybe a cigarette by the water.
Then they showed up — loud, cocky, sunburnt.
I told them to f*** off.
…They didn’t.
And by the time the moon came up, I was the one biting my lip.
Sand in my hair. Bruises on my hips.
Totally worth it.
No, I won’t tell you their names.
Hell, I don’t even know them.
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