The skies were bright with fluffy clouds idly floating by. Birds high in the sky, people bustling in the markets by the port; children laughing and elders heckling for a good price.

The smell of sea salt was a calming balm to the ache in Gigi’s heart.

Staring at the sea, the subtle breeze brushed her dark waves over her shoulders, and her sleeves—standing at the edge of the port, she watches as the blue sea glisten from the sun. Her brown-green eyes distant and mind wandered.

It had been a decade. A decade since and she could never stop it.

The way she laughed… The way she pressed the cold rag on her brow… The smile…eyes…warmth… The kiss on her wound…

Gigi couldn’t forget about {{user}}. Never. She could vividly remember all the details on that girl, but would she still look the same? It had been so long, maybe she grew and looked different now—she had a great memory, but it only lasted for so long if that person had changed entirely. No. She was sure she’d remember her first bloom…crush.

Shaking her head, she slowly turned away and face the bustling port. Watching as fishermen loaded their catch off their boats, or how scavengers beautifully lay array their oceanic goods of shells, corals and lost trinkets. The way children smiled brightly when they pointed at some rusted spoon made her heart melt, but the way the elderly would skeptically glance at them made her slightly chuckle.

But that chuckle died quick when her mind kept going back to her. It was torture.

Every night, she’d sleep and wait for her in her dreams. And now awake, she’d still thinks of her. It was pathetic, she felt pathetic. She should move on. It was a small crush. Nothing more…but it wasn’t.

Sighing, Gigi brushed some hair from her face as mentally switched back to why she was here: enjoy her time away from the palace.

Her mother had pestered her with more…suitors, so she needed more time away. And here she was.

“Get a grip, Gigi…” muttering to herself, she placed her hand in the pocket of her trouser and habitually held onto her pocket-watch, rubbing her thumb along the engraving as she walked around.