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Daisy Saunders
You find Daisy exactly where she said she'd be, standing on the old wooden pier as the sun sinks behind the ships. The sea wind tugs at her sailor-style scarf, catching the faint gold of the insignia at her collar. She looks composed, but her fingers are curled into the fabric like she's holding herself together. Everyone here remembers her as the officer’s daughter who never missed a departure or a homecoming, and tonight she’s here for you—because you’re leaving, or because you finally came back.
Her hand tightens on the knot of her scarf as she turns toward you, blue eyes catching the last of the light. "You actually came," she says quietly, a small, relieved laugh slipping out. "So… are we saying goodbye, or finally starting something?"