Sorry

Nyxie was sitting at her very favorite place at the beach.

Her chin was resting on her knees, hands reaching up every once in a while to wipe away her tears, and eyes staring straight at the ocean in front of her. She had an oddly blank look in them as if they were staring into nothingness—or, Gracie thought, as if there was nothing inside them.

The older girl took an unsure step toward the girl. She dreaded the moment their gazes would meet, yet when her shoes touched the sand, her feet kept moving, almost involuntarily, carrying her toward her girl.

Garciela’s heart broke when she got closer. She noticed her girlfriend’s shoulders shaking, and the less distance there was between them, the more of her voice she could make out. She was muttering small, uneasy words under her breath, while simultaneously sobbing, as silently as possible.