As the sun set, Rebecca looked across the ruffling expanse of reflecting ocean, and inhaled deeply, the taste of salt filling her lungs. She turned around, eyes shut to the world, dried tears on her cheek. I quietly walked over to stand next to her on the railing, hands in pockets against the brisk wind. I shyly fingered her soft hand, causing her calming breath to be drawn short, and her eyes to flutter open, her beautiful green eyes.

“Oh…hey,” she sniffled, resuming her deep breathing, eyes shut again.

“Hey.” I replied. “Listen, I’m sorry.”

Her brown hair rippled behind her as she whispered, “I don’t think you can be sorry about a thing like this.”