He opened his eyes, a faint, bittersweet smile on his lips. "The sea... you promised me the other day... you would take me there…"
Gideon's heart ached at the memory, the simple, cherished promise now a cruel reminder of how their world had been shattered.
Tears clouded his gaze as he pressed a kiss to Jules' forehead, trying to steady his trembling voice.
"Later, okay? We will go there later—" Gideon began, his voice strained and shaky.
Before he could finish his words, Jules cupped his chiseled cheek with a trembling hand, his eyes pleading. "Please…? Gideon, please… please take me there…"
Gideon bit his lower lip, swallowing the bitterness and fear that knotted in his chest. He finally nodded, his resolve hardening.
Carrying him through the ruins of the garden, now a bloodbath that stained its former beauty, Gideon moved towards the beach that lay in front of their mansion.
