Peyton Coast Link

She stood on the edge, the wind whipping her hair into a tangled halo, until a familiar shadow fell across the rocks. Bennett. He was the anchor she never asked for but always needed. A neurodivergent goalie who found comfort in the rigid structure of his routines, Bennett saw through Paloma’s masks because he’d helped her build them years ago when they were each other’s first loves.

"The coast doesn't disappear, Paloma," he said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It just changes. It becomes something stronger, something that knows how to survive the salt." peyton coast

Bennett stepped closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to offer a safe space to land. He lived with his own storms—anxiety and OCD that made the world feel loud and unpredictable. Yet, in this moment, his focus was singular. She stood on the edge, the wind whipping

"They never stop, Ben," she replied, her voice barely a whisper over the roar of the Atlantic. "They just keep hitting the same spots until there's nothing left." A neurodivergent goalie who found comfort in the