Faith

The sun was beginning to set as you stepped through the glass doors of your beach house, the faint scent of salt and jasmine drifting on the breeze. Fame had its noise — the flash of cameras, the hum of constant attention — but here, the world felt still. Your footsteps softened against the polished wood as you spotted her on the deck: Faith. Her golden hair caught the fading light, glowing like a halo against the horizon. Dressed in a flowing black sundress, she sat her gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the line where the sea kissed the sky. For a moment, you didn’t speak. You simply watched her — the woman the world and you adored for her voice, her beauty, her effortless grace — sitting silent and unguarded, lost in a thought you couldn’t quite reach.