Walking on the beach

The night was perfect. The sea stretched endlessly before us, its surface glistening under the soft glow of the moon.

The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore mixed with the distant rustle of palm trees swaying in the light ocean breeze. The air smelled like salt and warmth, carrying the promise of something unforgettable.

Elena's fingers were laced with mine, her grip warm and steady. I could feel her pulse through our joined hands, each beat sending a quiet thrill through me.

We walked at a slow pace, the sand soft beneath our feet, our steps leaving behind a faint trail that the waves would soon erase.

The sky was a deep, endless blue, scattered with a thousand stars that seemed to be watching us, as if they knew something she didn't.

Because tonight wasn't just any night. Tonight was the night.

I had spent weeks planning this moment, and now that it was here, my heart was hammering inside my chest.