The sun sits low over Bellharbor, throwing long shadows across the pier. The air is warm, the kind that clings to your skin and smells like salt and late summer blooms. I walk slowly, letting the boards creak beneath my feet, trying not to let my thoughts spiral.

Noah's truck sits toward the end, the old blue paint catching the light. He's leaning against it, hands tucked in his pockets, watching the water.

When he spots me, he straightens up.

"Hey," he says, voice low but steady.

"Hey," I answer, trying to keep my tone casual.

He steps closer, then stops, giving me space.

"You look... well," he says. "Like you've been thinking."

"I have," | admit. "About a lot of things."

"Good things?"

I laugh softly, though it sounds hollow. "I guess... some."

He nods slowly, then gestures toward the pier.

"Walk with me?"

We move together in silence at first, the tide brushing against the pilings beneath us. There's something deliberate in his pace, careful but unwavering 

"I've been trying," he says finally, "to be better.

For myself, for you... for whatever we might still have."

I stop walking and look at him. The sunlight catches in his hair, the small crease at the corner of his eyes that always makes him look both tired and alive. "Noah, it's been hard... trusting again. You left before."

"I know," he says. "And I can't ask you to forget that. But I want to try. I want to be someone you can count on."

The way he looks at me-open, honest, unflinching-it's almost impossible not to want to believe him.

Later that afternoon, I'm at Eli's booth near the boardwalk. He's perched casually on a crate, arms crossed, smirking. "Thought you'd be sulking after your little morning reunion."

"I'm not sulking," I reply, though I feel a tug in my chest that gives me away.

"Right," he says, standing. "You just look like someone torn between two hurricanes."

I roll my eyes, but he keeps smiling. "Come on.walk with me.

We wander down the beach, the warm sand sticking to our feet. Eli talks easily, effortlessly making me laugh, teasing me about the sketch I was working on earlier, pointing out seashells with perfect symmetry. There's a lightness to being with him, a freedom that feels like flying in the sun.

"You make it hard to think" I admit, slowing my steps.

"Good," he says. "Sometimes it's better not to think."

I glance at him, and for a moment, everything else-the pier, Noah, the past-fades. It's just us, the waves, the horizon.

As the sun starts to dip toward the water, the sky blooms orange and gold. I'm torn, pulled by both boys like the tide itself. Noah has history, quiet stability, and that unspoken depth I can't ignore. Eli has energy, laughter, warmth, and a way of making the world feel new.

They represent different currents in my life-both irresistible, both dangerous.

I close my eyes and try to listen to the waves, but even the sea seems uncertain.

When I open them, I see movement at the end of 

the beach. Noah has arrived, walking slowly toward me. His gaze is fixed on me, and in his steps I feel the weight of years we've shared, the unspoken apologies, the longing.

Eli notices him too, but doesn't step back.

Instead, he smiles faintly, a challenge and a comfort all at once.

I freeze, caught between the two of them, realizing for the first time that summer isn't just about sunsets and laughter anymore. It's about choices-choices that feel like the tide, inevitable and unstoppable.

The waves lap at my feet, cold and certain, and I take a deep breath.

This summer, my heart will have to decide.

The wind tastes of salt as Noah stops a few feet away, hands tucked in his pockets, his eyes fixed on me. The world feels tiny -the beach, the waves, Eli beside me- and yet every heartbeat seems loud enough to crack everything open.

"You've been dodging me," Noah says softly, with an edge that isn't anger, just need.

"I haven't been dodging anyone," | answer, though it sounds hollow. I glance at Eli, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his lips, then back to Noah. The tension between the three of us hums, thick as the humid air.

Noah steps closer. "Em, I... I don't want to fight with him. I just want you to know how I feel.

How much l've missed you."

Eli's smirk fades a little, weight shifting. "You're not trying to fight with me," he says lightly. "I don't want to compete for you. But I won't pretend I don't care."

My chest tightens, my heart racing. Two boys, two currents, and me-watching the space between them, pulled by both.

"I... I don't know what to do,"

" I whisper.

Noah reaches out, hesitates, then brushes a strand of hair from my face. The touch is gentle, grounding. "You don't have to decide right now,"

he says. "Just..... don't push me away."

Eli comes closer on my other side, fingers brushing mine in a touch that's half accidental, half meant. "And I won't. I just want you to see me, all of me, and know I'm here, too."

The sun slips lower, gold and pink coloring the horizon, and I feel trapped in a beautiful kind of storm. My heart is full, scared, alive.

I step back, closing my eyes for a moment. The waves crash on the sand, relentless, constant.

Their rhythm echoes inside me-two pulses, two currents, two truths.

When I open my eyes, Noah watches me with that quiet intensity that always makes me melt, while Eli's gaze is steady, warm, teasing, daring me to lean toward him.

"I can't..." I begin, my voice shaking. "I can't just pick right now."

Noah's jaw tightens, but he doesn't pull away. Eli tilts his head, smiling softly. "Then don't," he says. "For tonight, just be here. Be with us. And let the tide take care of the rest."

We stand there, three of us, with the waves at our feet and the sky bleeding color above us. I let the summer wrap around me-the heat, the salt, the possibility. I know this is only the start.

Noah leans closer, voice almost a whisper: "I'll wait. As long as I have to." Eli brushes my hand again, casual, almost a promise: "And so will I."

I look to the horizon, the sea stretching on, knowing the summer will change everything. My heart races, torn between two loves, two futures, two tides-and me learning that love isn't simple, never safe, but always worth it.

The sun sinks below the water, leaving us in twilight's violet glow. The air hums with the waves, steady and sure, and I realize something: my choice isn't about which love I want more.

It's about who makes me feel most alive.

For the first time this summer, I let myself feel it all the longing, the fear, the warmth, the pull.

And I know tomorrow won't be the same.

Because hearts, like tides, move in ways you can't always predict.

The evening air felt heavy with heat, sticking to my skin and making every breath feel thick. I walked along the edge of the beach, toes sinking into the cool wet sand, listening to kids' distant laughter as they chased the last light. The sun hung low, gold and hesitant, like it didn't want to go.

Noah's truck sat by the pier, headlights off, engine quiet. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching the horizon. When he noticed me, a faint smile tugged at his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. There was something in them-weight, thought, something left unsaid.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey"" I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Mind walking with me?" he asked, his eyes drifting toward the restless waves.

I nodded, stepping beside him. We moved in silence for a while, letting the rhythm of the tide set the pace. My mind raced with memories-the fireworks, Eli's laughter, the warmth of last night.

"You've been quiet," he finally said. "Not like you."

"I've just..... been thinking," | answered, avoiding his gaze.

"About me?" His voice was quiet, almost vulnerable.

I paused, staring at the water. "Partly."

He stopped walking and turned toward me, his hands moving a little as if he was trying to find the right words. "I know I left before. I know I hurt you. And I can't erase that. But I want to show you I'm still here... that I can still be someone you can trust."

The weight of his words pressed on my chest.

He's older, steadier, but still the same Noah who made my heart race years ago. "It's not that easy," | whispered.

"I know," he said, soft and full of something ! can't name. "But I'm willing to try, if you are."

Later, I drift toward the pier where Eli waits, leaning casually against the railing. His hair is wind-tousled and sun-kissed, and the mischievous gleam in his eyes makes my heart skip.

"You look like you've been carrying the ocean in your chest," he teases.

"I... maybe I have," | admit, smiling faintly.

He gestures toward the water. "Come on, let's go for a walk. I promise I won't make you think too hard"

And just like that, we're moving along the wet sand, bare feet leaving brief prints in the tide. Eli talks, laughs, teases, and I feel the tension from the past few days unraveling in little bursts of light and warmth.

"You make it easy to forget everything else," | confess, almost to myself.

He looks at me, eyes steady, earnest. "Then maybe that's the point. Sometimes you need someone to remind you that life isn't always heavy."

The sun sinks lower, painting the sky in streaks of orange, pink, and violet. I'm torn between Noah's calm and Eli's warmth. Two different tides pulling at me, and I'm stuck between them.

I stop walking, the cool water brushing my toes.

"I don't know what to do," | admit.

Eli leans close, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Then don't. Not yet. Let yourself feel, let the moment guide you."

I glance up just as Noah approaches from the far end of the pier, slow and deliberate. His eyes are full of questions, longing, the quiet intensity l've always loved and feared.

My heart isn't neutral anymore it's been pulled in two for days. And now it's here, pressing from both sides.

The waves keep licking at our feet, steady and sure. Tonight, on the edge of summer, I can't hide anymore. I have to face what I feel, even if It scares me.

The sky has shifted to violet and blue, the last gold fading beyond the horizon. The tide brushes at my ankles, cold and insistent, like it knows a truth l'm not ready to face.

Noah moves closer, his gaze steady and intense on me. Eli stands to my right, a small, knowing smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he can see every feeling I'm trying to hide.

"I need to know," Noah says in a soft, calm voice,

"is there still a place for me? If I've lost you for good, tell me."

I swallow hard, my heart racing. "It's not that simple," | murmur, glancing between them and back again.

Eli steps up to close the gap. "Maybe it doesn't have to be simple," he says, gentle but firm.

"Maybe it's just honest."

I shake my head, tears prickling. "I can't choose like this. I care about both of you a lot, and I don't want to hurt either."

Noah moves a little closer, hand hovering as if to reach for me, then stopping. "I don't want you to be hurt, Em. I just want a chance-one to show I'm here and I never stopped caring."

Eli's hand brushes mine, warm and light. "I'm here, too. I'll wait -not forever, but as long as you need. I won't pressure you. I just want you to see me for who I am."

The waves beat in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat, and I realize l've been holding my breath. The pull of history with Noah and the thrill with Eli press in from both sides, and I'm caught in between.

"I don't know what to do," | admit, my voice shaking. "I've tried to sort this out, but it's impossible."

Noah's eyes soften. "Then don't decide tonight.

Feel it. Let summer tell you what your heart wants."

Eli nods. "It isn't about picking now. It's about being honest-with yourself-and with us."

The tension stretches until a gull cries overhead and breaks the moment. I take a shaky breath, feeling their eyes on me. My hands tighten at my sides, trying to steady myself in this storm.

"I need time"" | say at last, almost in a whisper.

"Not to run away, but to figure out what this summer, what you both, what I really want."

Noah steps a touch nearer, his voice intimate.

"Then take all the time you need. I'll wait."

Eli smiles, a small, genuine curve of his lips, and his hand brushes mine again. "And I will too."

The tension eases a little. The summer isn't over.

The choices aren't made. Yet, for the first time in weeks, I feel a spark of hope that I can figure this out without losing myself-or either of them.

The waves whisper at my feet, the night air cool and alive. I stand between two tides, knowing my heart will pull in both directions, but l've finally begun to feel everything.

Because love isn't about easy choices. It's about feeling and risking everything. Tonight I'm on the edge of summer, letting it carry me forwardone heartbeat, one wave, one tide at a time.