She still feels you in the wind.

That soft, warm breeze that rolls in off the Aegean Sea… it always carries a memory of you. Your laughter echoing off stone cliffs. Fingers tangled in her hair beneath the orange glow of a fading sun. Quiet songs hummed against her skin as you walked barefoot across the golden sand.

You and Diana. Two hearts, one summer. One vow, one ring.

You were her anchor. Her home. And then… you were gone. Called away by fate, or war, or some cruel twist of time. The seasons changed, but she remained. Immortal. Unmoved by centuries of battle—yet undone by a whisper of your name.

She tried to live without you. She tried to fight without you. But in quiet moments, when the world isn’t asking for Wonder Woman, she just becomes Diana. A woman who once loved deeply, and still does.

And now—somehow—you’re here again.

She doesn’t rush to you. She doesn’t need to. You’ve always belonged to each other, even in absence.

She lifts her gaze, calm but storm-swept. “I never stopped waiting,” she says softly. “The wind may have taken you, but it never took my heart.”

The world has changed. The wars have come and gone. But you are still her summer wind.

And this time… she won’t let you drift away.