✻PATRICK✻

Patrick was alone at the pier with a bouquet of flowers for a woman he couldn't stop thinking about.

Except she was nowhere to be seen.

With every passing moment, the crashing waves grew louder and the bouquet of flowers felt heavier on his lap.

Then he heard it, her voice rippling through the crisp air.

"Patrick, Patrick." She waved. "I'm here, I'm sorry."

The ocean's wail hushed as he turned around. He tried to catch his breath as she raced down the pier.

However, something about her made his stomach clench.

She stopped a foot away from him and handed the gift back.

"I'm sorry."

The crashing waves were louder than the sound of his heartbreaking.

"It's." He sighed. "It's okay."

Patrick took the flower and the crumpled note.

She shook her head and frowned.

"Why me?"

He laughed because it was an easy answer.

"You have stars in your eyes."

"It's the light."

"I don't believe you."

In that moment, he'd become her mystery too.