It’s true… Ridge does belong with Brooke
The sun dipped behind the cliffs of Malibu,
casting a golden hue on the tide—and on fate.
Brooke stood alone, toes in the surf,
her heart echoing waves she’d known too well.
How many times had she walked away?
How many times had he returned?
Ridge arrived, as he always did—
uninvited, undeniable, unforgettable.
“Logan,” he breathed,
the name itself a vow,
a promise he never quite kept,
yet never stopped trying to fulfill.
She didn’t speak—
not yet.
The wind filled the silence between them,
filled with years of laughter, heartbreak,
betrayal… but always, love.
A love no scandal could erase.
“I’ve tried to forget you,” she said.
“So have I,” he confessed.
Their eyes locked—truth finally catching up.
“But you’re in me, Brooke. Always have been.”
A tear traced her cheek; not sorrow,
but surrender.
“So what now?” she whispered.
He stepped closer,
took her hand like he was reclaiming a piece of himself.
“Now, we stop fighting fate.”
The ocean sighed approval.
And destiny, once again, chose love.
