Trevor has been coming to this side of the docks every day for the last year, always hoping he would spot her boat but deep down, he knew she’s never coming back.

Across the world, Stephanie is thinking of Trevor. Deep down, she can feel he’s thinking of her that moment, too. She misses him. Why did her father force her to move? She didn’t want to go. She was happy where she was, with Trevor.

“What do you have against Trevor?” She had asked her father. “Why can’t I stay with him?”

Her father gritted his teeth, took a step backward, hand raised, palm open while tears welled in Stephanie’s eyes, she, too, took a step back as if in anticipation of pain. Her father had always had a nasty temper. After a moment, he lowered his hand and sighed. “I am sorry, honey. I’m just looking out for you and my word is final. We’re leaving in the morning.”

Six months later, as Trevor make his usual route to the docks, just as he’s about to leave, once again feeling disappointed, he hears the voice that made his heart flutter, no matter how many times he’s heard it. “Trevor!”

There she is, standing on the bow of her father’s boat, as beautiful as the day she left, minus the tears. “Stephanie!” With a burst of energy, Trevor races down the wooden boardwalk to his love.

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