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somewhere2start · 9 months
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i'll leave my window open
Ricky’s used to the sounds of November Beach by now. He knows all of the patterns – knows that it’s pretty quiet in the off-season, the easy lull of the waves crashing against the sand, knows the seagulls’ squawks, knows the chime of the bell on the door of the café he lives across from, how it rings every time it opens. The sounds don’t bother him until a random Sunday in February.
This is how every good Sunday night goes. Gina loves the routine. Sitting down next to her dog, half a hip on the windowsill lip beside him is routine. Turning to look out the window and admire the sunset while you enjoy that cupcake you worked so hard for is part of the routine. Locking eyes with the guy in the window across the street, is not.
(or, neighbors in a small coastal town Ricky and Gina get to know each other through their windows)
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