Prologue
The gentle murmur of the waves blended with the soft rustling of the ocean breeze as dawn broke over the beach. Ishaan stood at the water’s edge, gazing out at the endless horizon, though his mind wandered far beyond the present. The beach, once filled with their laughter and promises, now felt strangely empty.
He could still hear her voice, warm and full of life, echoing in his memory. They had made a promise here—to explore new places together, to keep the adventures alive. But as the waves lapped against the shore, the absence of her presence was palpable. He hadn’t realized how much that promise meant to him until now, standing alone.
“I wish she was here,” he muttered under his breath, the familiar ache settling in his chest. Every memory they had made together seemed to wash over him with the tide—their playful banter, the excitement in her eyes, the way her laughter could lift his spirits.
Now, he was left wondering. Had he kept his promise? Or had he let it slip away, just as the sand beneath his feet dissolved with each passing wave? The question gnawed at him: was it fate that kept them apart, or had he unknowingly chosen this path?
The beach stirred with life as the morning sun began to rise, but inside, he was still lost in the quiet moment they had shared. Could he have done more? Could he have been braver, held on tighter? Or was this just how things were meant to be—him, alone, reflecting on the promise of adventures that never came to be?
The ocean stretched out before him, vast and endless, and he couldn’t shake the hope that maybe, in another world, she would find her way back to him.
Verse
By the shore, where dreams now fade,
I stand alone, where once we played.
Her laughter lingers in the breeze,
A fleeting echo through the trees.
We promised here to chase the skies,
To wander far with hopeful eyes.
But time has stolen what we knew,
Now I’m left with memories, few.
I wish she’d stand beside me still,
To feel her warmth, to share the thrill.
Yet oceans stretch, and stars drift high,
And I can only wonder why.
But in some world, beyond the sea,
Perhaps her soul will call to me.
And there, together, hand in hand,
We'll roam again, a promised land.
