The Returning Ex

John hastily headed out, with water still dripping from his wet hair. He might’ve been too rushed when he was drying himself in the shower earlier, and he didn’t even towel his hair dry. He wore a cold and stern expression on his face, showing how much of a bad mood he was in.

It felt like he had only taken a few steps out from his room before he arrived at the elevator, but the elevator had already gone down when he got there.

He annoyedly jabbed the button for the elevator before waiting with his brows furrowed. Once the elevator came, he went down and immediately left the hotel for the beach.

There were still small groups of twos and threes hanging around at the beach when he arrived. The lighting at the area was dim, and some individuals who couldn’t control themselves just hugged and kissed one another in public.

John found himself focusing on these people, but he stared at a few couples only to find that they weren’t Sophia. He ran his tongue across the back of his teeth.

If I hadn’t promised Old Mr. Constance that I would take good care of Sophia for the rest of her life, I wouldn’t even have come out to the beach. With that thought, he continued to walk further down the beach.

indeed standing by the sea, feeling the breeze against their

found a good place and leave whenever he got bored. With her arms wrapped around her shoulders, she asked, “Why haven’t you thought of settling

“Perhaps I haven’t found the right person to make me want to settle down.” He

work, but I’m here for…” She paused and lowered her head with a light chuckle. “I’m here to heal myself, I guess. I got

clearly came as a shock to the singer. He looked at her for a little before he said, “You look really young; I wouldn’t have expected you to be married.” He paused. “Why did you get a

head again. “No; no one did anything wrong. It was simply because he didn’t love me anymore. Why should I hold onto a man that doesn’t love me, right?”

offered, “Why don’t I sing you a song? I’m bad at comforting people.” Sophia thought of the slow, melodious song that she had heard at the bar

cleared his voice, and began to sing while he strummed on the

muffled by the sound of the

this point in life, she had been through countless experiences—most of them bad ones—but she had

With a smile still on her face, she rubbed her hands across her eyes as she said, “I don’t know what’s up with me; my eyes