there was just something so utterly divine about the way the deep violet bruises looked on her soft skin, Rafe couldn't get enough of it.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
The prospect of a new friend made Rafe Cameron giddy. Sure, he had friends at school, and he often hung out with the neighborhood kids. None seemed as cool as Suki, though.
The night they met, he practically skipped home. The grin on his face was permanently etched, and there was nothing that was going to bring Rafe Cameron down from such a high.
His mom noticed right away, and when she asked him about it, all he could do was giggle and shake his head.
He went to bed that night dreaming of the prettiest shade of gray he had ever seen. He dreamed of peach and chocolate brown. Of warm hands and freckled cheeks. The smell of honey and cinnamon.
He woke up early the next day. When he made it downstairs already dressed, showered, and his hair combed back nicely at 8 a.m., his mother asked him if she was dreaming. Rafe never woke up early, especially during the summer.
Rafe packed a tin of cookies, baked by his mother, when he asked her the night before. He packed some water, the tin of snacks, and some bandages, just in case.
He was trotting down the road, his small backpack full and a smile etched on his face. All by 8:15.
He practically ran to the spot where he met her. Patiently sitting down in the sand, staring at the fading orange sky.
All he could really think about was the slight possibility that he'd be able to hold her hand again. He sat in the sand, his finger rolling around and drawing in. He doodled, and at one point he began, absentmindedly, to try to write her name. Sookie, Souky, Sooky, Soukie.
He had no clue how to spell it, as he had never really heard it before. He supposed it was possibly foreign. That was one thing they had in common, though. Kids were always a bit confused when he would introduce himself, as his name wasn't very common either.
Rafe looked down at his watch. 8:47.
He pondered for a moment. Maybe she had forgotten about him? Or maybe she didn't want to be his friend anymore. He chewed at his lip. Or maybe she's in trouble? What if she's being attacked or something?
He concluded he had to go to the house to get her, just in case she wasn't safe. It totally wasn't because he had gotten to the beach 3 hours earlier than they planned because he was excited to see her. Yeah, definitely, the first one.
