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?”

the right person to make me want to settle down.”

but I’m here for…” She paused and lowered her head with a light chuckle. “I’m here

clearly came 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

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

in 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

on a huge rock nearby, cleared his voice, and began

by the sound of the wind, and she couldn’t hear it too clearly, but she felt an oddly depressing sensation in her

had been through countless experiences—most of them bad ones—but she had never

a smile still on her

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

curled up like this. He didn’t even pay

her cries. John simply stood on the spot and watched

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

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

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