He gazes out at the water, memories of her drifting in like the tide. Her grace, her voice—no one could ever match her. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, wishing that today, she would come back.
Choosing someone else had been a mistake. He should have known—it had always been her.
The breeze ruffles his hair as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. Then, a gentle touch on his shoulder. His heart leaps as he turns, hoping she accepted his invitation....
to be continued...
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