People often say the sea is beautiful. They admire the endless horizon, the salty breeze, and the rhythm of the waves as they kiss the shore. They say the ocean is peaceful—that it heals. I used to believe that. Until I learned that the sea is also uncertainty. Every wave that reaches the shore is followed by another that pulls away. It never promises to stay. It never tells you when the tide will change. Maybe that's why I grew afraid of it. Not because it could drown me, but because it reminded me that some people leave without warning, and some promises disappear as quietly as footprints washed away by the waves. Since then, every body of water has carried the same memory. And no matter how far I ran from the sea... It always found its way back to me.

They don't speak about what they are. They don't hold hands in daylight. They don't exist outside the quiet. But in the silence, there are stolen glances. In the dark, there are touches that remember. In the stillness, something stirs-something real, but never allowed. She wasn't looking for anything. But somehow, she became the exception. Not the choice. Not the ending. Just... the secret. How do you let go of someone who was never yours, but made you feel like you were the only one?

Klea Travixia, a lost girl who manage to survive even though. She's not familiar on the place she's in. What will happen if she'll meet the man on her dreams? the man who got those beautiful green eyes? what will happen if she'll know that her existence is a lie? can she manage?