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After the Hurricane

Summary: After Belly rejects Conrad on the beach, he remains alone beneath the starry night, shattered inside. Y/n Montenegro appears in silence, offering comfort without asking for explanations, just as she has in his most vulnerable moments. Between them, a deep bond is born—woven from presence, tenderness, and mutual understanding. 

Word Count: 860

Author’s Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical changes or mistakes that may appear in the text. I appreciate your understanding and patience as I continue to improve.

Night had fully fallen over Cousins Beach. The sky was clear, scattered with stars that seemed to silently witness what had just happened. The moon, high and bright, bathed the sand in a silvery light that made everything feel more real… and more painful.

Conrad remained seated at the shore, elbows resting on his knees, eyes lost in the ebb and flow of the waves. Belly’s rejection still echoed in his chest like a lingering sound that refused to fade. There were no screams, no dramatic tears. Just a silent, deep sadness that wrapped around him like the night breeze.

Then, as if the universe knew he couldn’t be alone, she appeared.

Y/n Montenegro, flashlight off in her hand, walked barefoot across the sand. It wasn’t the first time she’d found Conrad like this—broken, quiet, trying to hold himself together with whatever pieces remained. She didn’t need to know what had happened. She read it in his posture, in his eyes, in the silence surrounding him.

She approached without a word and sat beside him. No questions. No intrusion. Just presence.

After a few minutes, Conrad spoke, his voice rough from the effort of holding back.

 “I told her I still love her. That I never stopped. And she… she just looked at me like she didn’t know what to do with that.”

gazing at the sea.-“Sometimes love isn’t enough. Not because it’s not real… but because it comes at the wrong time.”

Conrad nodded, without looking at her. He knew y/n understood. She had been there when his mother had that relapse no one saw coming. When he locked himself in his room for days, not eating, not speaking. Y/n was the only one who knocked without demanding answers. She just left notes, drawings, scattered phrases. And when he finally came out, she was there. Just like now.

“Why do you always show up when everything falls apart?”

smiling with melancholy.- “Because I know what it’s like to rebuild from the rubble. And you… you shouldn’t have to do it alone.”

The wind blew stronger, lifting tiny swirls of sand. Y/n hugged herself, and Conrad, without thinking too much, took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. She looked at him, surprised, but said nothing. She simply moved a little closer.

“With you, I don’t have to pretend I’m okay. I don’t have to be the strong brother, the perfect son, the guy Belly needs.”

“With me, you just have to be you. And that… is already enough.”

Silence returned, but this time it was different. Warm, intimate. The waves kept crashing on the shore, as if marking the rhythm of a new story beginning to unfold.

Y/n pulled her camera from her bag and turned it on. She pointed it at the sky.

 “You know what I love about the stars? They shine brighter when the night is darkest.”

Conrad looked at her. For the first time in hours, his eyes weren’t filled with sorrow, but with something softer. Something like hope.

“And you? Do you shine brighter in the dark?”

without taking her eyes off the sky.-“Only when someone sees me.”

And he was seeing her. Not as a friend who shows up in hard times. Not as the new girl at Cousins Beach. He was seeing her as someone who had been there all along, waiting for him to notice.

The camera clicked. A photo of the sky. But deep down, what y/n wanted to capture was that moment—the instant Conrad stopped looking back… and started looking at her.

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