All she could recall was that crushing sense of despair, the suffocating blue as deep and endless as an abyss.
But today, for the first time, Seren realized the sea wasn't only terrifying. It could be peaceful and beautiful too—just like this moment.
The afternoon sun warmed the sand. A gentle breeze drifted in from the calm sea, carrying the scent of salt and freedom. Everything was tranquil, perfect.
The shadow that the ocean cast over her heart began to fade. The fear and anxiety that had haunted her for years seemed, at last, to loosen their grip.
In the past, even hearing the word "sea" would make her tense up. Now, she could finally face it without flinching.
Lennon's gaze lingered on Seren's face.
She had a delicate, heart-shaped face, eyes clear and bright, a dainty upturned nose, lips tinted a soft rosy pink.
Her long, silky hair danced lightly in the sea breeze, dark strands fluttering against her cheeks, making her look serene and lovely.
Just like that first time he saw her, painting quietly beneath the old chestnut tree.
Lennon leaned in, careful not to invade her space but close enough to feel her presence.
Softly, he asked, "Do you want to feel the water?"
"Huh?" Seren turned at the sound, and her lips brushed against Lennon's jaw.
The touch was featherlight, warm—like a whisper of silk.
Seren's heart skipped and stumbled.
If she lifted her gaze just a little higher, her eyes would meet Lennon's lips.
Every feature on Lennon's face seemed sculpted with impossible precision, but his lips—so perfectly shaped—were especially beautiful, almost to the point of envy.
Higher still, she met his eyes, crinkled with a teasing smile.
Her heart spun out of control, her breath coming in uneven waves.
She didn't even know when they'd gotten so close.
For a fleeting moment, she wondered if this was really by chance—or if Lennon had deliberately closed the distance.
But the thought vanished as quickly as it came.
Lennon always seemed so gentle and upright in front of her—a true gentleman. Surely he would never take advantage of a vulnerable moment.
At last, Seren managed to steady her breathing and nodded as if nothing had happened.
"I'd love to."
*
Briarwood Estate.
Willa heard the sound of a car pulling up and rushed outside.



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