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?”

want to settle down.” He then turned toward her. “What about you? Was

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

a little before he said, “You look really young; I wouldn’t have expected you to be married.” He paused. “Why did you get a divorce?

simply because he didn’t love me anymore. Why should I hold onto a man

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

nearby, cleared his voice, and began to

beside him, her 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,

to this point in life, she had been through countless experiences—most of them bad ones—but she had never

her feelings. With a smile still

glanced at her, his voice pausing for a moment before he continued. John arrived to see this scene happening. Sophia was standing by the

pitiful now that she was curled up like this. He didn’t even pay any attention to the man beside her as he

sound of the ocean drowned her cries. John simply stood

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

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

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