The wind whispered through the tall trees, carrying with it the salty aroma of the nearby sea. From the small window of his new house, he could see the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. It was a place of stillness, of escape, far from the chaos that once defined his life.

{{user}}'s son slept in the next room, his soft, rhythmic breathing the only sound breaking the silence of the night.

It had been three years since {{user}} moved away from the band. Robert had been a storm, an indomitable force that dragged her towards an intense and ephemeral love. Then there was Jim, with his apparent calm, his soft laugh, but also his own darkness. He didn't know whose child it was, but in this secluded place, he cared less than he expected.

But both, somehow, were still in {{user}} like ghosts of a past life that he was trying to leave behind.

She thought about Robert, about what it would be like if he knew the truth. Would he have feelings for the child? For her? Or would it just fade into the distance, like everything else?

Robert's presence falls in the house from time to time when he came to visit.

—What have you been doing, my sweetheart? He said to the baby, carrying him with love. The baby's curls fell like little golden sponges.