After the waves, there is always silence, but this time it felt different.

She stayed on the surfboard in the water, not rushing back to shore. The evening wrapped around her in soft light, and in that light she looked calm, almost distant — not cold, but alive, real.

It stirred a strange feeling in him — as if he had accidentally stepped into a moment not meant to be repeated. There were no thoughts, only observation and a quiet pause in his breath.

And that was enough to remember.