They walked along the empty beach. Fine sand ran through their toes with every step. The sun was about to drown into the ocean, which looked like as if was burning. Something J liked. He always liked fire, had never been afraid of it. And he liked Inoran who was the opposite of fire – most of the time. But opposites are like magnets, they attract each other; and so did them two.
Hadn’t seen each other for a long time, hadn’t felt each other for a long time, hadn’t been alone with each other for a long time.
But now they were together, holding each other’s hands. A smaller and softer one in a bigger one. But both with slightly rough fingertips and one with longer fingernails, which J really liked especially when they got digged into his back and scratched him gently. They stopped talking at a certain point. Just enjoying to be alone with the person they loved.
