love at sunset pier

From stolen nights in a hidden cove to weekends away where the world disappeared, their love story ignited with passion and grew into something undeniable. Every date night, every holiday, every whispered surprise deepened the bond between them, 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.