When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing … like it had a kind of aura.

The land wants you here. I want you here," you called. "Don't you care about that at all?

The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.

Where are you going?" I asked. "The middle of nowhere." "I thought this was it." "Nah." You shook your head. "This is just the edge.

You nodded towards the cup. "Want more?" I shook my head. "What about the car?" "Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I found you." "Towards . . . ?" You nodded. "So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home." "Home?" "Yeah." Your mouth twitched. "Back to me.