If I put all those questions that she asked together, if I had written down each one that I'd smartass-answered, would I have seen what was coming?

She had loved the beach. She had an affinity for water. The ocean claimed her soul long before it claimed her body.

I should have seen how much she loved it more than me. More than herself. And like a goddess sacrificing herself for the protection of her people, she swam willingly into its angry hunger one stormy night while I was sleeping in the moon.