Stavanger Bay What I know tomorrow, I'm learnin' today

things had — 
reverie cried more and more often, as the evening drew and as the dawn came. it tore at him in almost the same way her blood did, if not moreso in the difference that he, once more, had hurt her.
lestan was widely bewildered; he spent his energies between caring for blossom and bringing meals to reverie's bedside. if they were uneaten, he buried them, or chewed the morsels himself, or shared them with their daughter.
despair settled against his sense of determination, each vying for the upper hand within him. today lestan lost its battle; he went out against the curve of the ocean to fish but instead stood with head hung, weeping quietly into the surf.
he did not hear bridget approach.