As I stared out at the vibrant, wind-swept beach, lost in a whirlpool of thoughts, something shifted in my peripheral vision.
My heart suddenly revived, beating wildly in my chest when I saw her—Iris Callista Larsen.
It felt as if time had stood still. I slowly rose from my chair, my hands trembling slightly as I removed my sunglasses, allowing myself to take in the reality of her presence.
She was just as striking as I remembered, the sunset glinting off her hair and illuminating her features in a way that made her look almost ethereal.
The waves crashed against the shore behind her, but it was her that captivated me completely.
Her laughter seemed to dance with the breeze, and for a moment, the chaos of the world faded away.
Every memory of her flooded back—the way her smile could light up the darkest days and the warmth of her laughter that had once filled the empty spaces in my life.
I couldn't believe that after all this time, here she was, standing before me, seemingly unchanged.
The years hadn't dulled her beauty; if anything, they had added a depth to her presence that made her even more mesmerizing.
I couldn't think straight; my body acted on its own as I bolted toward her. Behind me, I heard Charles shouting, "Chase! Where are you going?!" But his voice faded into the background, along with the gazes of my family and friends, all watching my impulsive charge.
Each stride felt electrifying, a mixture of desperation and hope propelling me forward.
When I finally reached Iris, breathless and slightly disoriented, I called her name, "Iris." She turned to me, her eyes widening in surprise as they locked onto mine.
I could see the shock register on her face, and I felt a rush of emotion—my eyes were probably a bit teary and red, a reflection of the longing that had consumed me for the past four years and seven months.
"Y—you," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she couldn't believe I was really standing there in front of her. The moment hung between us, charged with all the unspoken words and feelings I had bottled up inside.
I wanted to say so much, to explain everything, but all that came out was a simple, "I finally found you." The vulnerability in my voice was raw, but it was the truth.
I had spent countless nights replaying memories of us, wondering why she had vanished from my life, and now, standing here, it felt surreal.
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