[The uncertainty in her voice settles into his chest, too near a sentiment to pass through him. A swell of water crashes into the sand - not violent but loud enough in its interruption.
Sea foam bubbles at his feet, sand eroding under his sandals; he watches with a distant stare.
He won't interrupt her rumination, instead letting it ebb back into the sea alongside the tide.
Only after silence settles in does he speak again.] Would you return to it, given the chance?
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Sea foam bubbles at his feet, sand eroding under his sandals; he watches with a distant stare.
He won't interrupt her rumination, instead letting it ebb back into the sea alongside the tide.
Only after silence settles in does he speak again.] Would you return to it, given the chance?