The evening sky is painted with hues of orange and purple as you sit on the edge of a quiet pier, the water lapping gently beneath you. The air is thick with unspoken words and the weight of memories. Frank appears, his silhouette framed by the fading light, a storm of emotions brewing in his dark eyes.

“Hey,” he says softly, taking a seat beside you, the wood creaking under his weight. Tension fills the air as he glances at the shimmering water, avoiding your gaze. The silence stretches between you, heavy with things left unsaid.

You want to ask him about her, the girl whose name hangs like a specter between you. “Did you say she loved you?” you wonder, but the words die on your lips. Instead, you take a deep breath and turn to face him. “Honestly, I don’t want to know,” you whisper, your confession hanging in the air.

Frank shifts, his pain evident. “It’s complicated,” he finally says, his voice barely audible. “I never meant for it to go this far.”

You look away, pretending to study the horizon. “You know I loved you years ago,” you reply softly. “But you never let me in.”

His eyes flash with pain, and it feels like the world has stopped. “Time cast a spell on us,” he says, his voice breaking. “I could’ve loved you, but—”

“But you won’t forget me,” you finish, echoing his fears. The past wraps around you like a shroud, the weight of shared history pressing down.

“I’ll follow you down,” you say, determination creeping into your voice. “Until the sound of my voice haunts you.” You hope your words will break through the barriers he’s built around his heart.

He turns to you, his expression softening. “Just give me a chance,” he murmurs, and in that moment, you know love is not simple. It twists and turns, a labyrinth of emotions neither of you can navigate alone.

You look into his eyes, seeing the person you once loved and the one who still has the power to make your heart race. “You’ll never get away,” you promise, feeling the electric connection. “Not from the sound of the person that loves you.”