Stavanger Bay [m] the sparrows drag me down

Her own eyes welled with burning salt, a foreign feeling to her now. Marina scarcely wept anymore, and she would not weep now. But the heat filled her eyes nonetheless, leaving her to blink the wetness away even as she dared another shaky step closer. She had been alone for so long, too long.

I thought of you, she confessed breathlessly, closing the distance slowly, so slowly. When I had nothing. When I didn't know who I was, or where I had come from. When the sea had taken everything from me... you were still there, still in my dreams.

And now you're here, and I don't know what comes next. The distance between them had dwindled to a mere few feet, her dark eyes never leaving him. Her breath caught in her throat.