A young woman, her dark hair pulled back, stood at the edge of a balcony overlooking a beach. Her eyes were fixed on a couple walking by the shore, a deep jealousy brewing within her. She wore a sleek black swimsuit, her arms resting tensely on the railing as she watched them. Beside her, her father stood quietly. He was a man with graying hair, dressed casually, but with an air of calm authority. He noticed the way his daughter’s eyes lingered on the man walking with another woman and sighed, understanding the pain she felt. “Do you really think this is worth all the stress?” he asked gently, breaking the silence between them. She didn’t look at him, her gaze still locked on the couple. “I just can’t help it, Dad,” she replied, frustration lacing her voice. “It’s like everything I wanted is right there, slipping away.” Her father leaned on the railing next to her, choosing his words carefully. “I know it feels that way, but holding onto this jealousy isn’t going to bring you any peace. You deserve better than to be consumed by something that’s out of your control.” Finally, she turned to him, her eyes softening as she met his concerned gaze. “I know… It’s just hard.” He nodded, his expression filled with understanding. “It is hard. But you’re stronger than you think. You’ll get through this, and one day, you’ll look back and see that it was just a chapter in your life, not the whole story.” She sighed, feeling a bit of the tension release from her chest. “Thanks, Dad. I needed to hear that.” They stood together, the sound of the waves below offering a soothing backdrop as she began to let go, even if just a little bit. the woman have purple hair