AYLA

We had been lying down on the sand, watching the golden ball slowly keep going down. There was a slight breeze in the air, cooling our skin. This was perfect.

I had my head laid on Soul's chest as I felt his hands running up and down my back. Everything was just so good.

"You know, I still feel guilt about everything that's happened." Solomon confessed.

I lifted my head and rested my chin on his chest, "You don't need to, Solo. I've forgiven, I've moved past all of that. You don't need to carry it anymore."

He nodded his head, "I know that. But I think this is...