It was her dream wedding beach. The sunset, the waves, the white crystal sands, and the cool wind. Her husband made her dream wedding come true. Even the wedding motif—he made sure it was turquoise. Like the ocean.
She felt like a wave in the sea. Wherever that wave drifted, even if it crashed endlessly, it still fell on the shore in the end. It was like her, because she had been everywhere; many trials had come to her, but in the end, she still landed where she was now.
It was because she was meant to be in that place in the end. She was meant to be with him again in the end. It was true, written in their palms: no matter what happened, they would still be together in the end. It could not be erased; it was simply engraved.
With so many emotions racing in her chest, she took a deep bre
