Ephemeral Echoes

The chill of the water isn't unpleasant, not when it mirrors the quiet ache in my heart. It’s been a year since I last stood here, surrounded by this calming blue and the silent dance of these fish.
He used to say my eyes held the same depth as the ocean – silly, wasn't he? They probably just looked lost now.
I close my eyes, remembering his touch, light as a feather, tracing patterns on my skin. A bittersweet smile touches my lips. I thought I’d drowned in that sorrow, but here I am, floating again.
A gentle warmth brushes against my arm—just the sun filtering through the glass, playing tricks on me. Or perhaps… it's his way of telling me he's still here, a quiet echo in this underwater world we both loved.
Suddenly, I feel a pull, a soft yearning to simply let go and drift with the currents. But then I remember there are moments yet unlived, stories untold, and maybe, just maybe, a love like ours deserves another chance at being written beautifully.

Editor: Coco