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?”

singer smiled as he explained, “Perhaps I haven’t found the right person to make me want to settle down.” He then turned toward her. “What about you? Was

he’s just a friend. He’s here for work, but I’m here for…” She paused and lowered her head with a light chuckle. “I’m here to heal myself, I guess. I got a divorce just recently.” She

you to be married.” He paused. “Why did you get a divorce? Did you guys have a fight? Or was it a matter of someone doing something morally

again. “No; no one did anything wrong. It was simply because he didn’t love me anymore. Why should I hold onto a man that doesn’t love me, right?” She turned to the singer and smiled lightly. He was at a loss for

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,

then sat himself down on a huge rock nearby, cleared his voice, and began to sing while he strummed on the

sea breeze. The singer’s voice was muffled by the sound of the wind, and she couldn’t hear it too clearly, but she felt an oddly depressing sensation

countless experiences—most of them bad

but right then, she didn’t seem to have control over her feelings. With a smile still on her face, she rubbed her hands across her

he continued. John arrived to see this scene happening. Sophia was standing by

skinny and small-framed girl to begin with, and she looked especially pitiful now that she was curled up like this. He didn’t even pay any attention to the man beside her

the sound of the ocean drowned her cries. John simply stood on the spot and watched

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

only took a short while for her to dry her tears before she laughed and replied, “It’s

turned toward him and uttered, “I feel a lot better now. Your song…” She