The lighthouse stood tall against the dusk sky, its light a steady pulse against the encroaching night. Below, the town of Beacon's Edge seemed to hold its breath, caught in the spell of twilight. Elena, standing at the foot of the lighthouse, felt the same anticipation stirring within her. Tonight was not about the legends of the sea or the whispers of the past. It was about Thomas and the uncharted waters of their connection.
She had come to understand that Thomas was like the sea he watched over: beautiful yet unpredictable, capable of calmness and tempest alike. Yet, unlike the sea, he had let her navigate his depths, showing her the scars left by his tragic past and the hope that flickered like a beacon within him.
Thomas opened the door, his surprise at seeing her quickly turning i
