The water trembled in the wind, as cold as we were. Maybe even colder. It was stark and beautiful, and my heart nearly broke from the intensity of it all. The way your hand felt in mine, the gentle pressure of you pulling away. The tears on your face.
I was suffocating.
The island, alone in the centre, was a beacon. I took off my clothes and waded in, intent and focused even as I shivered.
You stood back, not saying a word.
And I swam.
– Excerpt from a short story, “The First Goodbye”