This town is a mouth on the side of the land. Drinking in the ocean and eating the people. I wake up near him, he's in the next room. He has a shift at the gas station starting soon and I love him for it. I love him because he's still there. Everyone else has drifted away. They left, but he's still here. Still the same.

The sun beams in magnified by the glass in our double pained window. I let it permeate through my shallow body, illuminating my depths. I let the light fill me up. It shows me who I am. All the chances I haven't taken and all the connections that have dulled and severed. My leg is hot from it. But not hot enough to drag it away from the light.

 I don't know how long we have lived here. Years. We like living by the beach.

There were so much more of us before. We would spend the day, the night, the week, the month, the year. It wasn't supposed to end. We were supposed to live like that forever. But everyone left, everyone except him.

Its night time now. The light from the TV is starting to hurt my eyes. He walks in from the front door and sits. He tells me that we have to do it tonight, he says we're out of options. I don't object, I don't say anything. I just keep watching the fucking television.

The night is warm and inviting. The ocean breeze is sweet and he is breathing so heavy. I want to turn around I want him to stop. I need to tell him that we'll make the rent another way. We can borrow money from someone, but I know that everyone is gone. I see the bulge in his back pocket, cold and threatening. I want to rip it out and throw it in the ocean. He opens the door and steps into the fluorescence.

Alarms blare. My ears are ringing.

I'm holding him. He is so heavy. Even with a piece of him missing. I wish I had the strength to move him. To call for help. Even just to turn away. My body won't let me. It makes me watch him leave, like everybody else did.

It's morning now. The waves break against the sand like they always do. I am finally alone. The sun is beating down on me but it does not fill me up. I am deep now I am as deep as the ocean and the light can no longer reach my depths. I let a shark bite into my chest. The fish pick the sinew from between my bones. My hand floats away. My brain is turning into coral and my eyes are welling up with blood. I am deeper than I've ever been. I'm cold. The light can't reach me down here. Finally, I stop breathing.