Wheeling Gull Isle sacrament

they held silence, and all the beauty with it.

lips were useless when eyes could speak so much louder. and she heard him in the shared quiet, the crashing waves a lullaby to their moment of mutual fondness.

she remained steadfast as he stare upon her, unflinching under his gilded gaze. she simply took the opportunity to appreciate him back, only shifting once under the weight of youthful puppy love.

she'd been struck by cupid, and at the realization of her own feelings, felt a slow warmth creep upon her cheeks. how childish she must seem, blushing over a man she'd just met!

yet here she was, struck with innocent infatuation.