His hand closes over the key, feeling how warm it is. A smile slowly spreads across his face.

“I can’t believe you kept this,” he admits.

Standing, he glides the key into the padlock, turning it, almost tenderly. The lock opens with a soft click. His hand shakes as he reaches for the doorknob. The door slides open with surprising grace.

A cool breeze blows through open walls on either side. Light rain patters against the large glass windows. Adam closes his eyes, feeling the mist on his face, hearing the rhythmic crash of the waves. His hand finds hers.

They stand in silence for a moment. When he opens his eyes, he sees the two of them, reflected in the huge circular mirror. Through the salt-speckled surface they gaze at eachother.

He can remember the way she looked back then, before fear, before pain.

Turning from the mirror, he catches her other hand with his, fingers intertwined. He whispers, “I’ve missed you.”

A flicker of blue and red light dances along the shoreline, but he leans in, eyes closed.

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