~INSPIRED BY THE SONG ‘sailor song’~

A stormy dock, wind whipping salt into the air, waves crashing below. The Black Lake was very emotional tonight. You stand at the edge, staring at the horizon. Regulus approaches behind her, hesitant, his coat flapping in the wind.

“You shouldn’t have followed me,” you say without turning, your voice carried by the storm.

“You shouldn’t have run,” he replies.

You don’t answer, your gaze fixed on the restless sea. The wind carries the faint echo of a sailor’s song, haunting and distant.

“Don’t run from me.” He stepped closer, his words careful, almost vulnerable. “I love you,” he added, his gaze steady as the storm raged on around them.