The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

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.

At the same time, both Sophia and the singer were indeed standing by the sea, feeling the breeze against their faces as they chit-chatted. She found out that the singer was a drifter that traveled all over the country.

He said that he’d stay once he 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 down?”

found the right person to make me want to settle down.” He then turned

with a light chuckle. “I’m here to heal myself, I guess. I got a divorce just

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 divorce? Did you guys have a fight? Or was

It was simply because he didn’t love me anymore. Why should I hold onto a man that doesn’t

his hand, he contemplated for a moment before he 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 earlier and how much she liked

nearby, cleared his

The singer’s voice was muffled by the sound of the wind, and

she had been through countless experiences—most of them bad ones—but

With a smile still

for a moment before he continued. John arrived to see this scene happening. Sophia was standing by the ocean, with her face

she looked especially pitiful now that she was curled up like this. He didn’t even pay any attention to the man beside her

ocean drowned her cries. John simply

the song, he thought for a while before he stood up and edged toward Sophia while reaching his arm out. “I don’t have anything to dry your tears; why don’t I let you use

tears before she laughed and replied, “It’s fine. The

up before she turned toward him and uttered, “I feel a lot better now. Your song…” She froze right then, as she saw John