sitting on the beach was one of artemis’ favorite past times, her feet in the sand, a joint in her hand. she knew she should’ve been working on her piece for her creative writing class, but she’d had the urge to get out of the house and go to the beach so that’s how she found herself on the beach, watching as the waves crash against the shore. her high and the noise of the waves distracted her enough that she didn’t hear the other come up to her, only noticing them as they sat next to her, “hey, what brings you out here?” she asked softly before taking another drag from her joint.



















