Trip to The Beach

[Dust]

The ice cream was casually tossed to the sand when she denied it, food for the seagulls. He felt the need to snap at her when she explained the emotions to him, like he was a child. But his logic, barely heard by now, whispered that he was essentially a child. He was a very confused child, but still he didn't want a mother to coddle him. And her words were starting to bounce off his tough skull rather than sink in.

That's when she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a genuine hug.

And then what she was doing and saying clicked. He realized that maybe he wasn’t alone.. maybe not as friendless as he used to be. Dust wrapped his thick arms around her, slowly embracing her and giving her a tight squeeze. He didn’t know what relief was, but he liked it as to stress. "Thank you. Azalea." He said straight into her ear.