how fitting, for a world turned so irreparably upside-down.

i could barely hear my own voice over the roar of the ocean below, but it was enough. for this. for me.

always, there is someone walking away.

here is the girl, on top of the world.

the boy’s footsteps were not worth much.

the ocean, at this range, was not nearly as inviting as it had been just hours ago.