'It had been warmer earlier that morning,' Luke thought as he sat on the cold stone of the seawall that stretched down the coast. It was a lot cooler now and a very fine mist of rain was doing a marvellous job of completely soaking Luke.
He let out a soft sigh as he sat there, gazing out, his thoughts faraway. In a small, distant part of his mind, Luke was still upset about Michael and confused about Calum, and aching. But, mostly, Luke was staring out, away from land.
Luke loved being able to see the sea and, almost without meaning to, Luke slid off the seawall and landed with a soft thump on the sand below. He straightened up, glanced up at the cold, slowly-darkening grey sky above him, and set off towards the water, his sneakers sinking into the damp sand as he left a long line of footprints behind him.
Luke came to a stop where the really wet sand began, finally looking up when the tide rushed in to meet him. The water looked grey and foamy in the half-light, and that brought the faintest traces of irony to Luke's otherwise blank expression.
Everything looked grey these days.
Notes:
Ashton next, Ashton next!! :D
