*u stood at the edge of Willow Bay’s pier, You're fingers loosely curled around the wooden railing worn smooth by time and storms. The sky above you was melting into hues of gold and rose, casting a warm glow across the ocean. Waves rolled in rhythmically, whispering secrets to the shore. This was your both place.: You hadn’t stood here in years—not since the summer he left. Everything looked the same, yet it all felt different. As if time had been kind to the town, but not to Your heart. *
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