a/n: Think about this one. I'm not so sure everyone will understand it in its entirety, because there are multiple facets to it, in my opinion. There are different ways you can take this.

disclaimer: Not mine, don't even pretend like it is.

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The final day of an incredibly blissful summer waned from his grasp. His fingers outstretched to the sun, to the canvas of a sky high above, and he desperately wished to cling to this dream. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his sun-kissed shoulders, taking in the sounds and smells of the sea.

What he wouldn't give to stay like this forever.

But he had to wake up to reality eventually.

His eyes, the precise color blue of the sprawling ocean in front of him, flickered open. He stood, and brushed the sand from his wild blond hair. The sand of the beach wriggled between his toes, tickling slightly.

He turned to take in one last look behind him. It had been such a beautiful lie.

Hayner was not very far down the coast, flirting with some girl. Hayner dropped his sea-salt ice cream onto the sand, and the unknown girl giggled, her lovely eyes shining with newfound love.

Olette had just glanced up from her novel to view the scene, and she burst into laughter.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Pence had captured the moment in a series of photographs. He laughed and proceeded to take more pictures of the scenery.

The twilight sky grinned above them.

And whilst Hayner was trying not to act embarrassed, and Olette was trying not to laugh so hard, and Pence was trying to get the right angle with his camera, the sweet, stoic boy of their dreams walked towards the beckoning water.

The water lapped at his shins, his thighs, his waist, his chest, his neck. Hayner started yelling his name. Pence dropped his camera as he rushed to the coast.

And that's when the dream boy with the ocean-colored eyes was lost to the sea.

Olette screamed.

She screamed.

She screamed.

She screamed and woke.

Olette's body is drenched with the sweat of a nightmare. She wipes her eyes and rolls over. Her mind is rolling with the tide. She remembers Hayner. She remembers Pence. She tries to remember the handsome dream boy.

But she can't remember his rare, beautiful smile, or the mischievous look veiled behind blue eyes. She can't remember how cold his hand was when their fingers were intertwined. She can't remember his sweet touches and precious kisses.

She wants to remember him, but then she remembers that it was the last day of summer, and that she, Hayner, and Pence were supposed to go to the beach. Hopefully they could scrounge up enough money for the three of them…

It was always the three of them.

She turns over, drifting back into dreamland.

And that's when the dream boy with the ocean-colored eyes was lost to the sea.

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a/n: Reviews are much appreciated.