Bennett stepped closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to offer a safe space to land. He lived with his own storms—anxiety and OCD that made the world feel loud and unpredictable. Yet, in this moment, his focus was singular.
She stood on the edge, the wind whipping her hair into a tangled halo, until a familiar shadow fell across the rocks. Bennett. He was the anchor she never asked for but always needed. A neurodivergent goalie who found comfort in the rigid structure of his routines, Bennett saw through Paloma’s masks because he’d helped her build them years ago when they were each other’s first loves. peyton coast
"You're counting the waves again," Bennett said softly. He didn't need to ask why; he knew her rhythms as well as his own poetry. Bennett stepped closer, not enough to crowd her,
In the quiet that followed, the dual timelines of their lives—the heartbreak of their youth and the yearning of their present—seemed to converge. On the Peyton Coast, among the erosion and the spray, they weren't just two broken people. They were soulmates finding their way back to a constant shore. She stood on the edge, the wind whipping