A week by the ocean was supposed to clear your head, not rewrite it. Then you met him—barefoot, saltwater in his hair, like he’d just stepped out of the tide itself. Every encounter felt unplanned but impossible to ignore. Conversations stretched longer each day, as if time was bending around the shoreline just to keep you both there a little longer. When the week ends, reality returns—but something between you doesn’t leave. It lingers in messages, in voice notes, in the sound of waves you both pretend not to miss. Distance grows, but so does everything neither of you expected.