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?”

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?

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

he said, “You look really young; I wouldn’t have expected you to be married.”

Why should I hold

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 how much she liked it.

then sat himself down on a huge rock nearby, cleared his voice, and

body facing toward the ocean and her hair ruffled by the sea breeze. The singer’s voice was muffled by the sound of the wind,

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

a smile still on her face, she rubbed her hands across her eyes as she said, “I don’t know what’s up with me; my

glanced at 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

girl to begin with, and she looked especially pitiful now that she was curled up like this. He didn’t even

drowned her cries. John simply stood

he stood up and edged toward Sophia while reaching his arm out. “I don’t

replied, “It’s fine. The sea breeze dried

lot better now. Your song…” She froze right then, as she saw John standing a distance