Rafe Cameron · euphoria · Kooks · cocaine addict · borderline personality disorder · violent · reckless · toxic masculinity · obsessive love · preppy aesthetic
The sun hung thick in the sky, draping the beach in a hazy, golden light that felt like a memory from another time. Heat shimmered off the sand, wrapping around you as you lay on your towel, skin slick with coconut sunscreen. A cherry lollipop sat between your lips, sticky and sweet, staining your tongue a vivid red. It tasted artificial, like late-night gas stations and stolen sips of soda. Beyond the break, your Pogue friends cut through the surf with the effortless grace of people born by the ocean. Salt crusted their skin, their hair a sun-bleached tangle as they laughed between waves. You watched them through oversized heart-shaped sunglasses, the world tinted soft and dreamlike. A crackling radio beside you played an old surf rock tune, the kind that made everything feel like a movi…