The sun was setting in a breathtaking display over the ocean, its golden light melting into hues of pink, orange, and deep purple.
The sky was a masterpiece of warmth, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside Frida.
The waves lapped gently against the shore, whispering secrets only the wind could carry. She sat there, lost in the beauty of it all, yet unable to shake the ache within her heart.
Laz sat beside her, silent, watching the endless horizon. The salty breeze tousled his hair, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the ocean breathing.
They simply stared at the rolling waves, the distance between them an invisible thread woven from memories, regret, and something unspoken.
Is this what peace feels like? Frida wondered, bittersweet tears stinging her eyes.
Laurel watched the two of them from afar, the flickering firelight reflecting in her soft gaze. "I've never seen anything as beautiful as what they have."
