A breeze lifts the end of the velvet, and it brushes against my ankle. It trails from my fist to our bare feet, pooling in soft curves along the dock boards, the story of us unfurling to its last page. We stand together on the edge of land and sea, two people who came together across time, across pain, across all the barriers that should have kept us apart. Time brings us where we’re meant to be, and I’m exactly where I belong.
