𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | ✔

chapter eleven

6 Weeks Later...

Harry and I were walking along the rocky beach, hand in hand, side by side. The salty breeze ruffled our hair, carrying the distant cries of seagulls as they wheeled overhead. The pebbles crunched beneath our feet, each step accompanied by the soothing sound of waves gently lapping against the shore.

The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. We could feel the cool mist of the ocean spray on our faces, mingling with the scent of seaweed and the faint aroma of salt. Harry's hand was warm in mine, a comforting presence as we walked together, savoring the serene beauty of the moment.

He turns to me with a soft smile. "One day, we're going to sail the world."

"We?" I look up at him.

Harry looks out to the sea before he meets my gaze. "Yes, we, flower." He reaches out for my hands. "Unless you don't want there to be an 'us'."

"Of course I do." I smile up at him. "I want us. I want days and weeks and months and years with you."

As he leans in to kiss me, I couldn't help but think of how this journey began.

A sunrise, but underneath this sunset, it's the ending to the perfect story.