People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight—at least as the normally experienced them.

He took her hand and they started walking toward the baggage claim. They didn't say anything to each other. They swung their held hands like little kids, like they believed anything could happen, like they might take off soaring into the air. All the things you wanted to happen could happen. Why not?

The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long over, it still consumed her year after year. It was a tangled hairball of feelings and she couldn't pull forth any one strand.

I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.