Ethan
The sound of the sea has something… hypnotic about it. I don't know if it's the constant rhythm of the waves or the way the wind carries the salt to my skin, but ever since we arrived, I feel like everything slows down.
As if the world, at last, has given us permission to stop.
I'm lying on the sand, my feet half-buried, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin and the distant murmur of other people who, like us, came here to forget everything.
But I'm not looking at the sea, I'm looking at her. At Clara… My wife.
It still feels strange to think about it… but I like it.
She's standing near the shore, letting the water lap at her ankles, her light dress moving in the breeze. Her hair falls loose, more natural than ever, and there's something about the way she is there… peaceful
