Broken Vows
agad akong tumango at nagpasya ng maglakad sa tabi nya.
He held my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, and we began walking along the seashore. The cool, damp sand was soft beneath my feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand in mine.
Each step left a fleeting imprint in the sand, soon erased by the incoming tide. I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat through his hand, a steady pulse against the erratic rhythm of the waves.
The air was thick with the scent of salt and seaweed, a pungent aroma that clung to my clothes and skin. The wind whipped my hair across my face, but his hand remained a constant, steady presence.
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