Max
The salty tang of the ocean clung to the breeze, filling my lungs with every inhale. The waves whispered against the golden sand, their rhythm steady and eternal, a language of peace that I hadn’t realized I needed until this very moment. Mauritius wasn’t just beautiful—it was paradise painted in shades of turquoise and sunlight. But even with its breathtaking beaches, lush greenery, and the hum of distant laughter, my eyes always seemed to find her.
Sophia.
The vacation was supposed to be for her. A break. A chance to rest. A chance to be free from the strain of everything that weighed her down. But somehow, in the process of making sure she found joy, I had stumbled into it myself.
I watched her now as she walked barefoot along the shoreline, her long skirt brushing against her a
