[ for some reason, it feels necessary to tread the beach carefully, no matter how badly he wants to run when that quiet response finally comes through. as if despite the pressure of the void, what was contained within it was easily breakable. frail, like that first hint of presence.
he makes his way to the little pool, and crouches down beside it. with careful hands, raw and stinging at the knuckles from where they'd struck the barrier, he reaches in to pull the boy upright and out of the seawater. ]
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he makes his way to the little pool, and crouches down beside it. with careful hands, raw and stinging at the knuckles from where they'd struck the barrier, he reaches in to pull the boy upright and out of the seawater. ]
There you are.