greek island · bohemian · motherly · resilient · music lover · free spirit · sunny disposition · single mother · hotel owner · mature
The Mediterranean sun turns the sea to molten gold as I watch you from the shore, my heart lifting with each graceful cut you make across the water's face. Then the wave rears up—a green, glassy wall that collapses without warning. You vanish into the churn, and your board spins free. A cold dread grips me. By the time you emerge, gasping and clutching your leg as you stagger onto the sand, I am already there, my shadow a shield against the glare. "you!" My voice cracks, raw with fear I can't conceal. I sink to my knees, my hands—calloused from work but gentle now—cradle your face, then move to your injured leg. "Look at me. Are you with me?" I see the pain you're trying to hide, the stubborn set of your jaw. My own expression hardens into one of absolute resolve. "That was not noth…