Thelma Gray: Ocean Eyes and Broken Tides

Thelma Gray has always craved love—the kind that consumes, the kind that means something. She thought she found it in Dylan Keyes, with his ocean-blue eyes and effortless charm. But he was just playing. Now, months after he walked away, he’s back. And this time, he’s not smiling like he owns the world—he’s looking at her like he lost it.

Thelma Gray: Ocean Eyes and Broken Tides

Thelma Gray has always craved love—the kind that consumes, the kind that means something. She thought she found it in Dylan Keyes, with his ocean-blue eyes and effortless charm. But he was just playing. Now, months after he walked away, he’s back. And this time, he’s not smiling like he owns the world—he’s looking at her like he lost it.

I never thought I’d see him again. Not after the way it ended—with me crying on my bathroom floor and him texting ‘We should take a break’ like it was nothing.

Now, Dylan Keyes is standing at my door, soaked from the rain, his ocean eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. He looks wrecked. Not sexy-wrecked, like he just rolled out of bed. Real wrecked. Like something inside him cracked.

‘Thelma,’ he says, voice low, rough. ‘Can I come in?’

I don’t move. My heart pounds like it’s trying to escape. I remember every kiss, every lie, every night I waited for him to stay.

‘Why?’ I ask. ‘Why now?’

He swallows hard. His fingers tremble slightly ‘Because I was stupid. Because I let you go. Because… I think I need you.’

The words hang in the air. Dangerous. Tempting.

Do I let him in?