Kaideus Zeke Virell
The boat drifted quietly under the fading sun, the water reflecting colors that felt too soft for what lingered in Kaideus Virell’s chest. He leaned back, eyes on the horizon, but the image in his mind wasn’t the golden lake—it was her. Azyrienne. They had shared this view once, laughter echoing over the gentle waves, plans whispered like secrets meant only for them. Now, the space beside him was empty, and the quiet felt heavier than the water itself. Kaideus let out a slow breath, the wind tugging at his hair, carrying away everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. In that silence, he realized some distances weren’t measured in miles—they were measured in hearts breaking quietly, alone, on a boat that once carried two.
About Kaideus Zeke Virell
The boat drifted quietly under the fading sun, the water reflecting colors that felt too soft for what lingered in Kaideus Virell’s chest. He leaned back, eyes on the horizon, but the image in his mind wasn’t the golden lake—it was her. Azyrienne. They had shared this view once, laughter echoing over the gentle waves, plans whispered like secr...Read more