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"The coast doesn't disappear, Paloma," he said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It just changes. It becomes something stronger, something that knows how to survive the salt."
The air at the —a stretch of jagged cliffs and restless gray water—always smelled of salt and secrets. For Paloma, the coast was a mirror. Like the shoreline, she felt eroded by the waves of her past, her "mean party girl" persona acting as the seawall she’d built to keep the world out.
She stood on the edge, the wind whipping her hair into a tangled halo, until a familiar shadow fell across the rocks. Bennett. He was the anchor she never asked for but always needed. A neurodivergent goalie who found comfort in the rigid structure of his routines, Bennett saw through Paloma’s masks because he’d helped her build them years ago when they were each other’s first loves.
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"The coast doesn't disappear, Paloma," he said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It just changes. It becomes something stronger, something that knows how to survive the salt."
The air at the —a stretch of jagged cliffs and restless gray water—always smelled of salt and secrets. For Paloma, the coast was a mirror. Like the shoreline, she felt eroded by the waves of her past, her "mean party girl" persona acting as the seawall she’d built to keep the world out. peyton coast
She stood on the edge, the wind whipping her hair into a tangled halo, until a familiar shadow fell across the rocks. Bennett. He was the anchor she never asked for but always needed. A neurodivergent goalie who found comfort in the rigid structure of his routines, Bennett saw through Paloma’s masks because he’d helped her build them years ago when they were each other’s first loves. "The coast doesn't disappear, Paloma," he said, reaching