NATE
Honestly, the lighthouse is the last place Nate wants to go at all. But he’s had this urge, this impossible to ignore need to go up the cliffs, and stare at the ocean. Maybe it’ll be cathartic, in some way. Maybe it’ll make him feel better, wipe away some of the swirling memories in his head. Passing the lighthouse is just a means to an end.
And apparently, a bigger obstacle that Nate had been anticipating, due largely to the tall pain in his ass leaning a giant the whitewashed stones. He stops, for a long minute, his face set in an immobile twist of irritation.
”The fuck are you doing here, brat?” Nate finally manages, his voice rough and low.
And apparently, a bigger obstacle that Nate had been anticipating, due largely to the tall pain in his ass leaning a giant the whitewashed stones. He stops, for a long minute, his face set in an immobile twist of irritation.
”The fuck are you doing here, brat?” Nate finally manages, his voice rough and low.
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
