High Tide (boyxboy)

By OnlyoneJoJo

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FANTASY/ROMANCE After facing a near death experience as a child, Stan has been searching for the one who sav... More

Welcome to High Tide
Chapter 1: The turn of the tide
Chapter 2: The saviour
Chapter 3: Welcome to the block
Chapter 4: Confusion
Chapter 5: Nice guy
Chapter 6: Close proximity
Chapter 7: The lunch break
Chapter 8: Under the tree
Chapter 9: Until next time
Chapter 10: Night out
Chapter 11: Changes
Chapter 12: New skin
Chapter 13: Fear
Chapter 14: Ways to remember
Chapter 15: Fish out of water
Chapter 16: Into the caves
Chapter 17: Back to the day
Chapter 18: His sacrifice
Chapter 19: The hardest part
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Epilogue: Not forgotten

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By OnlyoneJoJo

"I love you..."

Six months later...

Stan taps in the passkey to apartment no 7. His new home, which his first pay cheque as a rapper had secured. The effort is finally paying off.

"Wow Stan. You've really landed on your feet here." Nathan follows behind admiring the fully furnished apartment. "Who did they say lived here last?"

Stan shrugs, dropping his bag on the floor and taking off his shoes. "I don't know, some guy I think who went to live by the coast. That's all I know."

"Well this place is like a show home. And at least now I can have my blinds open during the day." Nathan jokes. Stan just rolls his eyes. "So what time are you having your flat warming party?" 

Stan sits down on the couch and checks his watch. Not until 8. I've got four hours to chill." He rests his head back on the couch and closes his eyes. 

Nathan looks on at his drowsy friend. "Well nap now so you can party later Yeah." 

Stan nods, not even bothering to open his eyes. He can hear the door opening and closing and finally takes a sigh. Peace at last.

A minute or two passes and Stan drifts off into a light sleep. It almost feels like he has been transported with the emerging dream awakening his senses. Stan can hear the sea, the distant call of the seagulls and a whisper so quiet in his ear...

I love you...

Stan pings his eyes open and lifts his head up from the back of the couch and looks around the room. He weirdly feels like he is not alone and his eyes get drawn to the large seascape image positioned in front of him, on the wall, above the sideboard. 

It's strange, it almost feels like the picture is calling him, like he can hear the waves, but that would be impossible. 

Stan stands up from the couch and slowly walks towards the image, taking in the cliff's edge, the waves crashing against the rocks. Then something catches his eye. A minor detail, almost like a mistake in the pallet of blues, greys and greens. An orange dot in the water. Stan looks a little closer at the bright speck in the paintwork. He takes his index finger and brushes lightly over the colour, wondering if it was a spec of something that had attached itself. When he removes his finger the orange dot has gone. Stan looks at his finger tip but there is nothing there. 

He looks again at the image. The picture now seems silent. Stan shakes his head as if to erase his own confusion and heads to the bedroom to rest more comfortably on the bed. 

Once his back is turned, the tiny orange dot reappears, followed by a whisper in the air. 

Stan...I love you....

The end 

Thank You so much if you took the time to read this tiny tale.

JoJo

🌻

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