Opening his front door to the early morning, still and cool, Serge could make out the faint sound of waves against beach and wooden dock. The smell of Charlotte on his pea coat mixed with the salt of the sea. An anchor patch, with freshly re-stitched corners to remind him of the love he would be returning to, beat over his heart in the breeze. Serge's foot hoovered for a moment over that first stair from home towards ocean, examining the greatest battleground between his two loves, imagining already his return to both. And then he stepped.
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