"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Elena Beaumont|
I strolled beside Sebastian along the sun-kissed beach, the warm sand beneath my feet cradling my soul.
The gentle ocean breeze carried the sweet scent of saltwater and the soothing sounds of waves crashing against the shore. My heart swelled with gratitude, and my spirit renewed inexplicably.
The weight of my recent visit to my father still lingered, but the raw emotions had begun to settle. The pain and uncertainty remained, yet I'd found solace in Sebastian's comforting presence. He walked beside me, his calm and gentle pace reflecting his unwavering support.
With each step, the sand shifted beneath my feet, releasing tiny tremors that echoed the gentle stirring within me. The sun's warmth on my skin, the sound of the waves, and the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath my feet created a symphony of sensations.
"I'm glad we're doing this," I said, turning to Sebastian with a smile.
He returned my smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Me too. I felt like you really needed this, and I should have done it sooner."
Needed this. His words resonated within me. I had needed this—this moment of peace, this reminder of beauty, this connection with the person I missed more than I even realised.
As we continued our leisurely stroll, my thoughts turned inward. I reflected on Dad's struggles, my family's pain, and my own resilience. The beach, with its endless horizon and soothing melody, seemed to whisper truths I'd forgotten:
Life is precious.
Love is strong.
Hope is resilient.
With each breath, I felt my heart expand, and my perspective shift. The world, once shrouded in uncertainty, now seemed full of promise.
I paused, gazing out at the ocean's vast expanse. Sebastian stopped beside me, his presence a comforting constant.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice carried away by the breeze. "For bringing me here and every little sweet thing in between."
He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Anytime. I'm glad I could make your day special in a way."
He'd made it more than special. I had a renewed sense of purpose in me after seeing my father. I wanted to learn more about his condition, which was still under study, and do everything I could to be powerful enough one day to get him all the help he needed.
According to his psychiatrist, his condition was a journey towards defining a new normal more than recovering and rediscovering his old self.
He was never going to be himself again, that I'd been told and was slowly accepting, but that didn't mean his life was over. He still had a long life ahead of him. It would be different, but it would still be life, and I was going to offer him my full support from wherever I would be.
