The salty breeze tangled through her hair as they stood on the **seaside cliff walk**, the sun dipping low behind the horizon. His hand brushed hers, a hesitant promise amid the crashing waves below, the scent of salt and wildflowers weaving between them like a secret.
She traced the edge of the rocky path, heart pounding with the rhythm of the ocean. The **seaside cliff walk** held their whispered confessions, the fading light casting shadows that blurred the line between longing and reality.
