Salt, Sand, and Quiet Fire
I arrived to celebrate love and left the shore carrying a private tide: a look that unmoored me and wouldn't let go.
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I arrived to celebrate love and left the shore carrying a private tide: a look that unmoored me and wouldn't let go.
We met between sets—two people treading a dangerous line. One touch, and the festival became a private universe of temptation.
A stolen walk on the cliff, a joke that wasn't a joke, and the bride's best friend crossing a line we both promised not to touch.
Nina wiped away her tears as thunder rumbled outside. The argument with her husband David had left her heart aching. She stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself, watching the rain pelt the glass.