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2025-08-21 07:28:33Sienna's POV
Liam’s gaze shifted. Pain and guilt flickered there again, but I refused to let it reach the walls of my defenses that had only just begun to stand again. I pointed toward the small parking lot across the street. “Your car’s over there, right? Go home.”He looked at me as if wanting to say something, but didn’t. Maybe because he knew I was already exhausted, or maybe because he realized that not all wounds can be healed simply by showing up again.“Drive safe,” I said at last—softer than before, but still firm.I turned and began to walk away, leaving him standing alone amid the crash of waves and the sand growing colder beneath the night. I didn’t look back. Not this time. Because I knew that if I stopped now, I’d be trapped again between longing and the wounds that had never truly healed.My steps left trails in the dampening sand, every grain clinging to my feet like remnants of memories unwilling to let go. The sea breeze swept th
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Sienna’s POV I moved to the tiny kitchen, pulled out a clean glass, and filled it with water. My motions were stiff, mechanical, like a machine. I drank half of it down, hoping the cold liquid would extinguish the fire raging in me, but it only left a bitter taste on my tongue.The waves of memory crashed again. I remembered how that sofa once held our laughter, where we shared trivial stories until late at night. And now, he sat there again, not with laughter, but with silence heavy with scars. How ironic, that a piece of furniture could hold so much history I wished I could erase.I set the glass back on the counter, staring blankly at the floor. Each breath weighed me down, each heartbeat reminded me of how fragile I still was in his presence. I wanted to scream, to demand he leave, but the words were stones lodged in my throat.I walked back to the living room, stopping a few paces away. He was still there, like a shadow refusing to fade. I wrapped my arms arou
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Sienna’s POV As I slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door to my apartment, I could feel Liam’s eyes on my back. Silent. Unassuming. Yet still pressing against me like an unwelcome weight.I stepped inside without a word. No goodbye. No thank you. I thought that if I held onto my silence long enough, he would finally understand—that I still wanted distance. That I still wanted to hide the wounds that had never fully healed.But deep down, I knew that from this day forward, that line of separation had begun to blur. And I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever might come after this.The click of the lock sounded too loud in my ears. Louder than the crash of the waves or the echo of his footsteps trailing behind me earlier. I leaned against the door for a moment, closing my eyes, letting the stillness of my small apartment wrap around my tired body.This space was narrow, modest, but it had always been enough of a fortress for me. A place where I coul
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Sienna's POV I stared at the city lights in the distance, glittering like shards of glass scattered in the night air. The wind carried the scent of salt and a faint trace of fuel from fishing boats docked somewhere far away. My legs wanted to move forward, but my body stayed rooted in place, caught between the urge to disappear and the awkwardness that kept me still.Behind me, I could feel his presence clinging like a shadow. Not because I turned to look, but because the air between us was heavy with something invisible—a mix of distrust, memories, and vigilance neither of us was willing to loosen.The only constant sound was the waves breaking on the shore. Each crash felt like the ticking of an hourglass, forcing time to move. Strange, how a distance of only a few steps could feel like miles inside my head.I glanced at the watch on my wrist. Five minutes. Just five minutes to walk home. But those five minutes could easily turn into five hours if I had to
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Sienna's POV Liam’s gaze shifted. Pain and guilt flickered there again, but I refused to let it reach the walls of my defenses that had only just begun to stand again. I pointed toward the small parking lot across the street. “Your car’s over there, right? Go home.”He looked at me as if wanting to say something, but didn’t. Maybe because he knew I was already exhausted, or maybe because he realized that not all wounds can be healed simply by showing up again.“Drive safe,” I said at last—softer than before, but still firm.I turned and began to walk away, leaving him standing alone amid the crash of waves and the sand growing colder beneath the night. I didn’t look back. Not this time. Because I knew that if I stopped now, I’d be trapped again between longing and the wounds that had never truly healed.My steps left trails in the dampening sand, every grain clinging to my feet like remnants of memories unwilling to let go. The sea breeze swept th
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Sienna's POV I stepped back, away from the gathering crowd, and sat on the damp sand. My breathing was still uneven, but my body was beginning to feel real again. I didn’t notice that Liam was already standing not far from me. He watched me for a long moment, then sat down beside me, saying nothing. He didn’t try to touch me, didn’t ask anything. He was just there.I looked down, staring at the grains of sand clinging to my knees and hands. For a moment, the world felt quiet, even though there were still plenty of sounds around me. Amid the chaos that had just happened, I realized something: there was a part of me still capable of moving, acting, saving—even if my heart felt like it was barely afloat.Maybe I wasn’t completely broken. Then, a volleyball came flying straight at me.In a split second, Liam stepped forward, trying to block it. But his movement was too quick, maybe too impulsive. Instead of catching or deflecting it, the ball hit him square in the
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Sienna's POV We were still walking side by side, our steps slow as we made our way along the shoreline, now gradually crowded with visitors. Some children laughed joyfully, sand flying as they ran, and the sound of the waves became a peaceful backdrop—yet it also made my chest tight, weighed down by too many unspoken things.Liam walked beside me in silence for a moment, then asked, “So… why are you here, Sienna?”His pace slowed as his eyes caught sight of my tote bag, a corner of my laptop peeking out.“Are you here to find inspiration?” he asked more cautiously.I stopped walking. My chest felt full. Those questions—no matter how harmless the intention—pierced a private space I wasn’t ready to open.The sea breeze swept through my hair, tangling it messily, like my thoughts right now. I looked down, watching our footprints slowly disappear beneath the waves, like my small efforts to forget the real reason I came here. This place, this beach, was meant to
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