The sea roared below the cliffs, just as it had the day Caroline first stood here months ago.
But this time, she wasn't alone.
Bryant stood beside her, hands in his coat pockets, wind tousling his dark hair. Behind them, the sun melted into the horizon, setting the waves on fire with gold.
She held the broken bracelet in her palm.
“Funny," she said. “For so long, this piece of metal felt like my entire identity."
Bryant glanced at her. “And now?"
“It's just that—a broken thing. A symbol of who I thought I had to be."
He didn't say anything as she unclasped it.
With one smooth motion, she flung it into the waves.
They watched it vanish beneath the surface.
Caroline took a long breath. “I used to come here thinking the ocean might give me answers."
“And did it?"
“No." She smiled
