Love at sunset pier

The pier stretched far into the ocean, wooden planks glowing amber under the dying sun. The waves below whispered against the posts, and gulls drifted lazily overhead. To her, it felt like the edge of the world—a place where day and night held hands for a fleeting moment. in the horizon. The sky bled into fiery shades of orange and violet, she had been going to the pier for days she worked at the souvenir store close by Her name was Lacey. She came to the pier every evening after work, drawn to the horizon the way a moth is drawn to flame. The ocean gave her something she couldn’t name—freedom, maybe, or a reminder that there was more beyond the life she felt stuck in. His name was Declan. He wasn’t supposed to be there that night. But he’d been restless, walking the shoreline, needing air, needing release. That’s when he saw her—alone, silhouetted against a molten sky, leaning against the railing as though she belonged to the sea itself. Their eyes met in the dying light, and everything changed. at night she went to the late bar where he kept his gaze on her he wouldn’t stop watching her sending shivers over her he had been watching her for weeks