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Deeply Rooted by the Water's Edge ⚓✨

​There is such a quiet strength in these roots clinging to the shoreline of Promenade Bellerive. 🤎🪵 It’s a beautiful reminder that, no matter how strong the current, it’s important to stay grounded while always looking toward the horizon. 🌅🙏

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juliana sat on a park bench, as she often did on saturday mornings,

whiling away time.

evergreen woods had long been the local haven for flora, fauna,

and every type of modern weekend ritual —

yoga moms trekking through trails, kids squealing,

“mama! there’s a deer!”,

fathers discussing current affairs over arnold palmers.

the park was as suburban as it gets in the quaint town of decatur.

where did juliana stand among these residential christian families?

this scene only sharpened the outline of the comfort she never quite had.

always on the move — even her mind travelled elsewhere.

maybe she was built for the hustling, grinding east coast tempo of nyc.

anyone here would’ve pegged her for the arrogant type.

her resting-bitch-face concealed her sweetness so well

that the truth rarely surfaced.

if you sat next to her and offered a meaningful exchange,

you’d leave feeling pleasantly satiated.

and that’s exactly what happened today.

she was lost in her reveries again

when a smiling voice beside her asked,

“mind if i sit here?”

“of course, of course!” she replied briskly.

the unassuming stranger smoothed his suit

and settled onto the bench.

from his saddle bag, he pulled out wuthering heights

and began flipping through the pages.

“good read,” juliana commented.

“why, thank you. one can never go wrong with the classics, eh?”

he grinned easily.

“indeed. you’re british, i take it?”

he set the book aside.

“yes. how rude of me not to introduce myself — i’m oliver.”

she shook his hand, amused.

“haha, that’s alright. i’m juliana.”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you, juliana.”

“the pleasure’s all mine. and yeah,” she added lightly,

“might as well stick a bald eagle on my head.”

her banter eased the tension in her shoulders — and his too.

from the corner of her eye, she noticed the stiffness

in his broad frame relax.

she’d be lying if she said he didn’t have the finance-guy aura.

seeing him reading caught her by surprise.

she’d also be lying if she didn’t admit he was attractive.

when he tilted toward her, dimples flashing,

she realized she’d stared long enough to make it awkward.

clearing her throat, she asked,

“so what brings you to the prosperous town of decatur?”

“aha — well, my sister studies here. she’s in k–12.”

“that’s great.”

“what about you? got any siblings?”

“nah, i’m an only child. my parents work here.”

“must be nice. apart from the loneliness.”

“it does get lonely at times.”

“but,” he added bashfully,

“now you have me to keep you company.”

juliana chuckled at his childlike enthusiasm.

“what’s so funny?” he teased.

“can’t a guy usher a beautiful woman out of boredom

every once in a while?”

she didn’t ignore the fact he’d called her beautiful,

but knowing this would have to end, she clenched her jaw.

if only it were more than just once in a while,

she thought.

he turned toward her fully,

concern flickering in his brown eyes.

“what’s wrong?”

“oh, it’s nothing.”

“doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

“i just

… rarely have these chats nowadays, that’s all.”

“that definitely sucks,” he sympathised.

“but trust me — techie bros aren’t exactly profound companions.”

“for sure,” she agreed.

“neither are nosy neighbors.”

they burst out laughing,

and somewhere in the middle of the small talk,

they’d moved closer to one another,

leaning into the quiet comfort of the moment.

clearing his throat,

as if bracing for something personal,

oliver said,

“i guess we’re both in the same boat

when it comes to not fitting in.”

“did my jarring eyeliner give it away?” juliana smirked.

“no, but that’s definitely part of the charm.”

he gestured to his suit.

“plus, my formal wear blends right into the athleisure crowd.”

“it suits you.”

his smile softened.

“but seriously — it’s never shameful to want lasting,

meaningful connections

when everything else feels fake.

it’s never too late to reach out

when things are shitty.”

“thank you. i appreciate it.

and the same goes for you —

you don’t have to always fly solo.”

“how did you know?” he asked, feigning mock amazement.

“believe me,” she replied,

“i know.”

minutes turned to hours

as they opened up about their lives —

past struggles, daily joys,

and wounds they thought were long healed.

whenever she stumbled into something sensitive,

oliver placed a gentle hand on her knee,

and she returned the favor without hesitation.

the sun seemed to set quicker than usual.

oliver checked his titan watch and exhaled.

“wow — the hours fly by when you’re around.

i’ll have to head back.”

“yeah, i should go too,” juliana said.

“but i’d love to see you again,” he said, hopeful.

“shall we meet right here tomorrow?”

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