The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

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?”

make me want to settle down.” He then turned toward her. “What about you? Was

light chuckle. “I’m here to heal myself, I guess. I got a divorce just recently.” She was simply too desperate to find

have expected you to

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

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

cleared his voice, and began to

was muffled by the sound of the wind, and she couldn’t hear it

to this point in life, she had been through countless experiences—most of them bad ones—but

feelings. With a smile still on her face, she rubbed her hands across her eyes as

her, his voice pausing for a moment before he continued. John arrived to see this scene happening. Sophia was standing by the ocean, with her face in her hands and her body hunched downward

was already a skinny and small-framed girl to begin with, and she looked especially pitiful now that she was curled up like this. He didn’t

sound of the ocean drowned her cries. John

he stood up and edged toward Sophia while reaching his arm out. “I don’t have anything to dry your tears; why

replied, “It’s fine. The sea breeze dried most of it.” The singer watched her as

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