Outer Banks S2 / A tear that hangs inside my soul forever

      Then, as if breathing, the sea swelled beneath us. If you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once. That a woman on a sinking ship becomes a life raft — no matter how soft her skin.

      While I slept, he burned his last violin to keep my feet warm. He lay beside me and placed a word on the nape of my neck, where it melted into a bead of whiskey.

      Gold rust down my back. We had been sailing for months. Salt in our sentences. We had been sailing —but the edge of the world was nowhere in sight.