The air crackled with unspoken emotions as Ciara and Galen stood at the edge of Lake Bienne, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and gold. The moment hung heavy, a silent promise of a love long denied, now finally within reach.
Galen, his gaze locked on Ciara's, leaned in, his breath catching in his throat. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the scent of her perfume, a familiar fragrance that stirred a deep longing within him.
He was about to close the gap between them, to finally claim the kiss he had yearned for for so long, when a sudden thought stopped him. He pulled back, his eyes searching hers, a question burning in his heart.
"Ciara," he said, his voice a low murmur, "why did you leave me? Decades ago, you just vanished without a trace. You never said goodbye."
