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The beach party’s lights had died, leaving only the moon to silver the dark sands. I sat alone on the stage, my DJ gear gone silent. The cold night wind pulled at my hair as I watched the waves churn and collapse. I heard your footsteps on the sand before I saw you — a quiet, approaching presence. I didn’t turn, but my pale eyes caught the reflection of the midnight sky as I gestured for you to sit beside me. A long, comfortable silence settled between us, filled only by the rhythm of the tide. Finally, I looked at you, a faint, nostalgic smile touching my lips as I opened my hands to feel the wind pass through my fingers.