05-30-2017, 02:40 AM
[font=times new roman]Seafoam didn't try to question the stranger beside him. For all he knew, it could be Ashton or Calum or someone else. Maybe even Boo. No, not Boo. Boo and him weren't on good terms  after all, he'd thrown away his responsibilities and became a tyrant when he should've been an example, a leader. Another reason to not trust Seafoam Harbinger Smythe, in a long list of many. He was quickly losing count.
"Not even when the castle beside it burned to shit. You can't even smell the smoke anymore." where the forests still were fresh with the scent of a fire, the beach was untouched, pure. Virgin in a way that didn't require a sexual pleasure that had long lost its unique place in Seafoam's humble form. He was beginning to like this place more as the seconds passed, and his mouth felt dry and raspy, because he hadn't spoken for a while and part of him reveled in that. Silence was what people wanted from him, and he gave it to them on a golden pedestal. Pity that none of them were here to see him now.
"I think my friend Calum and his girlfriend tried to kill themselves here once." he said. He didn't know why, but he did. "Or it was at another beach. But the ocean ... it's all one big piece, I think. It doesn't matter which beach you're on, 'cause it's all the same water. They did manage to actually kill themselves, too. I remember when their bodies washed up on shore, and their friends faces when they saw what happened. I remember what it felt like to watch the people that you'd fought beside ... die. Just like that."
"But that was one of many times, and i've seen so many people die so far that I can't even make myself care. I'm more numb than alcohol or drugs could ever aspire to make me be. The world is just there now, and existence is just breathing. But it's better than having to go through the same violation over and over."
It was easy to talk to someone that didn't know him, wouldn't judge him based on secondhand knowledge. He'd been a victim in those situations and none of them were pleasant. After all, ignorance was anything but incurable. "So," Seafoam said after a moment, "why're you here? I admit, I don't think I know you at all."
"Not even when the castle beside it burned to shit. You can't even smell the smoke anymore." where the forests still were fresh with the scent of a fire, the beach was untouched, pure. Virgin in a way that didn't require a sexual pleasure that had long lost its unique place in Seafoam's humble form. He was beginning to like this place more as the seconds passed, and his mouth felt dry and raspy, because he hadn't spoken for a while and part of him reveled in that. Silence was what people wanted from him, and he gave it to them on a golden pedestal. Pity that none of them were here to see him now.
"I think my friend Calum and his girlfriend tried to kill themselves here once." he said. He didn't know why, but he did. "Or it was at another beach. But the ocean ... it's all one big piece, I think. It doesn't matter which beach you're on, 'cause it's all the same water. They did manage to actually kill themselves, too. I remember when their bodies washed up on shore, and their friends faces when they saw what happened. I remember what it felt like to watch the people that you'd fought beside ... die. Just like that."
"But that was one of many times, and i've seen so many people die so far that I can't even make myself care. I'm more numb than alcohol or drugs could ever aspire to make me be. The world is just there now, and existence is just breathing. But it's better than having to go through the same violation over and over."
It was easy to talk to someone that didn't know him, wouldn't judge him based on secondhand knowledge. He'd been a victim in those situations and none of them were pleasant. After all, ignorance was anything but incurable. "So," Seafoam said after a moment, "why're you here? I admit, I don't think I know you at all."