The salty breeze tangled through her hair as she traced the jagged edges of the **seaside cliff walk**. The distant crash of waves mingled with the scent of wild thyme, stirring memories she hadn’t dared revisit. His hand brushed hers, hesitant but electric, as the sun dipped low, casting golden shadows over the rugged path.
A lone gull cried above the **seaside cliff walk**, its wings slicing through the fading light. She felt the rough stone beneath her fingertips, the cool air thick with promise. He leaned closer, voice barely a whisper, weaving through the quiet tension between them like the tide shaping the shore.
