The wind was soft that night like it didn’t want to disturb the silence between them.
Sebastian leaned against the old oak tree, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on the moon. It was full and perfect. Just like the moment.
He didn’t hear her footsteps, but he felt her presence.
“Sebastian…” Elara’s voice was barely a whisper behind him.
He turned slowly.
She stood there with her hair down and she was barefoot. She looked tired… but peaceful too. Her eyes met his.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said.
“I had to,” Elara said.
They were quiet for a while.
“I’ve been thinking a lot,” she said, stepping closer. “About you… about us… about everything.” She said.
Sebastian stayed still. He was afraid to hope and to believe she was there for the reason he had wished a thousand
