Fish

“Don’t,” he says.

And then, “Stay. We can just pretend, if you want.”

“I’ve never seen the ocean,” I tell him quietly as the smoke from the cigarette he just lit wafts over my face. I breathe it in. If I were a fish, his smoke would be the water in my gills.


[Frikey][One-shot]
  1. Dive
    One and only part.