Comhroinn Fuaime

He stands alone by the sea, arms wide open—like he’s embracing something that isn’t there. The sun is setting, painting everything gold… but beside him, there’s only silence. That’s his reality. But in his mind… it’s different. She’s there. Walking beside him, matching his steps, her laughter blending with the sound of waves. He doesn’t turn to check—because in that moment, he *feels* her presence more than he needs to see it.