There Is No Second Chance
episode -1
The evening sky was draped in shades of gold and crimson, the sea whispering softly against the shore. A hush fell over the gathering as he stepped forward, flowers trembling in his hands—not from the wind, but from the weight of his heart. Standing before her, his voice carried like a gentle tide:
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“I could search a thousand sunsets and never find a light as radiant as yours. The waves return to the shore, the stars to the night—but my heart, it has only ever returned to you. Tonight, before the sea, the sky, and every soul here, I confess—you are my forever.”
The crowd held its breath as the man’s trembling words drifted into the evening air. The ocean sang its eternal song, and for a heartbeat, it felt as if love itself stood on the edge of destiny. He stretched out the flowers toward her, petals glowing in the last light of sunset.
Cheering can be heard from all sides with happiness and respected answer along with clapping
But then—silence broke like glass.
She looked at the flowers, then at him, her eyes unreadable. Slowly, she took them in her hand… and in a single, startling motion, she let them fall to the sand. Gasps rippled through the onlookers as her foot pressed down, crushing the fragile blooms beneath her heel. The waves roared louder, as if echoing the shock. What was meant to be a beginning suddenly turned into a storm, petals scattering like broken promises across the beach.
The crushed flowers lay lifeless in the sand, their fragrance lost to the sea breeze. She looked down at him—not with tenderness, but with a cruel curl of her lips. Her voice sliced through the hush of the evening like a blade.
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“Strange, isn’t it? How easily some people forget the promises they once broke… and yet expect others to believe in the ones they make now.”
The crowd stirred, confused, hearing only cruelty in her tone. Whispers turned to judgment, their pity folding around the boy like a cloak. But he—he understood. Her words struck deeper than any thorn. Beneath the anger in her voice was the shadow of a wound he himself had left long ago, one no one else could see. His chest tightened as the truth washed over him, saltier than the sea breeze. She wasn’t just rejecting him—she was returning the pain he had once given her.
Her words cut deep, a wound only he could understand. Without another glance, she turned and walked away, leaving crushed flowers in the sand and him standing alone. The crowd pitied him, whispering of her cruelty—but he knew the truth. Her leaving was not rejection, it was retribution.
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