girlwiththeblueblood

He needed the ocean. The reassuring, steady waves calmed him, made him feel free again. He felt like he was king of the world when he smelled the salt, felt like he could do anything. Go back in time and save her, maybe. Stop it. Dwelling on the past never did anything. He headed towards the door, hoping to reach the garage where he lovingly stored his surfboards, when a cup of apple juice spilled all over his shirt. “Oh my God!” someone squeaked, and he turned to see green eyes wide under blonde bangs, long, spindly hands clasped against her mouth. Tall, strong legs, probably ran track. He’d never seen her before. “O