‎I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that it goes on forever until it begins here again.

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.

In the distance I see a lighthouse. The light washes over us and continues on its rotation. This time, I don't know where the light will guide us.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.