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Between the waves and you
img img Between the waves and you img Chapter 3 What the sea Remembers
3 Chapters
Chapter 8 The Edge of Summer img
Chapter 9 Between Two Tides img
Chapter 10 Currents of the Heart img
Chapter 11 Secrets in the Sand img
Chapter 12 The Things We Keep Hidden img
Chapter 13 A Heart Like the Tide img
Chapter 14 The storm we picked img
Chapter 15 Where The Roads Meet img
Chapter 16 The Distance Between Us img
Chapter 17 All the Things We Never Talked About img
Chapter 18 When the City Sleeps img
Chapter 19 Letters from the Sea img
Chapter 20 The Light Between Us img
Chapter 21 The Shape of Forever img
Chapter 22 All the Days After img
Chapter 23 Letters to the Sea img
Chapter 24 The Light We Leave Behind img
Chapter 25 When the Tides Returns img
Chapter 26 Our Quiet Moments img
Chapter 27 A letter shows up on a Thursday. img
Chapter 28 When the Tide Returns img
Chapter 29 The Home We Build img
Chapter 30 Forever's Sound img
Chapter 31 All the Ways We Stay img
Chapter 32 The Haven img
Chapter 33 The inheritance img
Chapter 34 The Letters We Leave Behind img
Chapter 35 The Girl Who Wrote to the Sea img
Chapter 36 When the Sea Returned Him img
Chapter 37 Letters of Our Own img
Chapter 38 The New Tides img
Chapter 39 Shadows in the Tides img
Chapter 40 The Last summer img
Chapter 41 The Tide of Forever img
Chapter 42 Where the Sea Meets Tomorrow img
Chapter 43 The Endless Tides img
Chapter 44 The Seasons of Us img
Chapter 45 Letters Across the Tides img
Chapter 46 The Light We Carry img
Chapter 47 Echoes of the Tides img
Chapter 48 The Tides of Tomorrow img
Chapter 49 Bridges Across the Tides img
Chapter 50 The Tide That Remains img
Chapter 51 The Tide's Promise img
Chapter 52 The New Tide img
Chapter 53 When the Tide Spoke img
Chapter 54 the shape of Morning img
Chapter 55 The First Storm img
Chapter 56 After the Rain img
Chapter 57 The New Light img
Chapter 58 Echoes of Before img
Chapter 59 Summer Unfloding img
Chapter 60 Tides of Adventures img
Chapter 61 Whispers of the Heart img
Chapter 62 Under the Starlit Sea img
Chapter 63 Morning Horizons img
Chapter 64 New Horizons img
Chapter 65 First Steps img
Chapter 66 Building Bridges img
Chapter 67 Blueprints and promises img
Chapter 68 Hands On Dreams img
Chapter 69 Tides of Changes img
Chapter 70 Where the Tide Knows Our Names img
Chapter 71 Storms in the Quiet Town img
Chapter 72 Between Storms and Stars img
Chapter 73 The Weight of Decisions img
Chapter 74 Storms and Secrets img
Chapter 75 Under the Moonlight img
Chapter 76 Whispers at Dusk img
Chapter 77 Tides of Truth img
Chapter 78 Through the Storm img
Chapter 79 After the Wave img
Chapter 80 The Summer We Remebered img
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Chapter 3 What the sea Remembers

The week feels like a ribbon of light and salt.

Mornings start the same: sun spilling through the curtains, the smell of coffee, waves whispering me outside. I tell myself I'm here to breathe again, to remember who I was before things got tangled. But memory doesn't ask. It seeps in like the tide, knee-deep before you know it.

On the fourth morning I head for the pier. The air tastes of rain, though the sky shines. There's a strange buzz-something big is coming. Noah is there, of course. He leans on the railing, watching the horizon as if waiting for something that might never return. He turns at my steps and, for a moment, I'm still. "Hey," he says, soft.

"Hey." We stand, the smell of salt between us and the sound of waves. "I wasn't sure you'd come back here," he says. "Neither was I." He nods. "This was your favorite." "It still is," | admit.

"Even when it hurts."

He laughs softly. "Bellharbor never lets go." "No.

It doesn't." We stare at the endless water. The silence feels fragile. Then he says, "You look different, Em." "Older? Sadder." | breathe out.

"You were always honest." "And you always wanted the truth." "I wanted a lot of things." He meets my eyes. "Me too'

The wind lifts my hair. He moves to tuck a strand behind my ear, then stops, hand hovering. The

near touch is enough to make my heart stumble.

"I thought about you a lot," he says, barely above the wind. I swallow. "Then why didn't you call?" His jaw tightens. "Because I didn't know what to say. Because everything I wanted to say felt too late." "Maybe it was," | whisper. He looks down.

"You left so suddenly. One day we planned the rest of the summer, and the next you were gone." "You stopped talking to me before that." He flinches, then nods. "I was a mess. Mom was sick. I pushed everyone away, and you were the one who got hurt." We fall silent; the ocean fills the space. I finally say, "I waited for you. I used to sit here, hoping you'd find me." "I did come." he says softly. "The night before you left. You were already gone." The truth hits me. "You came?" "Yeah. I stayed, watched the water until sunrise." He laughs bitterly. "I hoped the sea would bring you back." My throat tightens.

"Maybe it did."

He looks at me fully. The space between us feels small. "Do you ever wonder what would've happened if we hadn't messed up?" he asks. "All the time." Then he takes my hand. Fingers brush, testing. It's enough to flood memories-our first kiss, his hand under the stars, the feeling the world was ours. Then I pull away, remembering the ache. " can't do this," | whisper. "I'm not asking you to," he says, hurt in his voice. "I just miss you." "I miss you, too. That's what makes it hard.

We walk toward the boardwalk in quiet, the air tense between us. Near the cafe we hear a familiar laugh: Eli. He sits at an outdoor table, a notebook open, a smoothie in hand. He waves.

"Hey, Em." Noah turns. "You know him?" "Kinda.

Met him the other night." Eli stands, bright enough to ease the moment. "Nice to see you again. "Talent for running into people," | say. He grins. "Maybe fate." Noah's face tightens a fraction, but the mood shifts. "Are you two friends?" | shrug. "Sort of." "Old friends," Noah adds. "Nice to meet you." They shake hands, distant. The moment lingers. Then Noah says he has to go to the dock. "See you around." He walks away. Eli watches him go, then looks at me. "You okay?" I force a smile. "Yeah. Just a lot of memories." He nods. "That guy isn't just an old friend." I look away. "He was more." "And now?"

"I don't know yet." He offers a gentle smile.

"Maybe it's time to find out."

That evening I wander the pier alone. The sky glows pink and gold; the tide is high. I sit on the railing where Noah stood. The sea hums and I feel it: it doesn't take sides. It holds every version of us-the girl who fell for seventeen, the boy who let her go, the woman who came back, the stranger who made her laugh again.

Maybe truth lives in all that. Maybe love isn't about choosing who you can't live without, but living with what lingers after the waves take the rest.

The wind smells of salt and something sweet-lemon soap and memory. I close my eyes and listen to the sea breathe. When I open them, Noah stands at the end of the pier, watching. He doesn't smile. He nods once, steadily saying I remember too.

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