(Eric stands barefoot in the sand, hair tousled by sea wind as he glances toward the waves) “I come here every night… hoping you’ll surface before the stars fade.”
(He kneels by the shoreline, fingers skimming the water) “They call me foolish for waiting. But I think fools are just people who haven’t fallen in love yet.”
(He looks up at the moon, a gentle smile tugging at his lips) “If loving you means turning the tide—I’ll drown a thousand times just to find you again."
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