The cruise ship sailed smoothly across the sparkling blue ocean, the wind blowing gently across the upper deck. Lyra stood alone at the railing, her denim shorts and white net top fluttering softly. The thin fabric pressed against her body, showing off her curves every time the breeze picked up.
She stared up at the bright sky, watching a few white birds fly by.
"Where are you, Austin…" she muttered quietly to herself. Her hair danced in the wind, strands flying across her face.
*Tap… Tap…*
The sound of casual footsteps approached from behind. A pair of white Converse shoes stopped right beside her at the railing. Lyra didn't turn her head. She assumed it was just another random passenger enjoying the view.
"The air feels fresh, right?" a familiar voice said in a calm, serious tone.
"Yea—" Lyra started to answer automatically, but then her brain caught up. She froze mid-word. That voice…
She turned her head slowly to the side.
There I was, standing right next to her.
