|Nieves|
I leaned against the banister of the pavilion, my fingers curling around the smooth wood as the wind tugged playfully at the loose strands of my hair. The scent of salt hung heavy in the air, and my gaze stretched across the water, lingering on the distant outline of the mainland. My eyes searched the horizon—out of habit, out of hope—for the shape of a ship, any ship.
But, like every other day, there was nothing.
No sails. No movement. No sign.
It had been two months.
Two long, aching months since I first set foot on Persephone Island. Two months since the last time I saw Kairos. Two months of wandering this quiet, secluded pavilion that overlooked the endless sea and the land that now felt like a… memory.
And in all those days, I never failed to return here. Morning or eve
