As nights passed, Leila and Aiden found themselves drawn to each other under the stars. They talked for hours about books, life, and scars. Sometimes they walked the beach barefoot, letting the cool waves lap at their feet. Leila began to smile more. Aiden began to feel again. The moonlight became their witness, their secret companion.
She told him about her love for painting and how she lost her passion after a broken engagement. He told her about the lighthouse, his father's legacy, and why he chose isolation over company. Their late-night talks turned into daily rituals. She brought him warm tea. He fixed the gate to her garden. They found comfort not only in their conversations but also in the silences that followed.