night were happier with her...

Описание: The sky that night felt too big for the two of us, a dark dome pricked with a few tired stars and that blunt white moon hanging over the water.
She stood at the edge of the sea with her hand in her hair, as if she could hold herself together by sheer force of habit while everything inside her was already drifting out with the tide.

We had come back to this beach because it was where we first fell in love, when every wave had sounded like a promise and every night felt like something beginning.
Now the same waves rolled in with the same patient rhythm, but they sounded like closing doors, like pages turning in a book that had already decided how the story would end.

I watched the moonlight paint a silver line across the surface, straight from the horizon to her feet, and it struck me that the only path forward for her no longer passed through me.
She did not need to say anything; the set of her shoulders, the way she leaned ever so slightly toward the water, told me that whatever she was wishing for did not include my name.

Missing her feels like standing just outside this frame, close enough to see the outline of her body against the sky but too far away to touch her, or to change what came after.
I keep returning to this moment in my mind, hoping that one day the sea will give me a different ending, and knowing it never will.