We stood by the sea, letting the wind wash away all our sins. It’s funny how one minute we were whispering sweet nothings to each other and the next I am sick to my stomach. The normalcy I longed for is long gone and all that remains is the taste of our souls that we shared not too long ago. It had been beautiful. And I feel sick admitting it. 
I look up at the golden rays, my eyes leading up to a painful face. You’re sick too. I wished, just the slightest, that you would be my path towards salvation. But we’re sinners after all. As I look at you—no, not you entirely, just a shadow; I can’t help but wonder if you can see the desperation lying beneath the surface. But then you look at me and see the same. 
No words were exchanged. And yet the waves can hear anything and everything that we could never say. You gave me a smile. Knowing that that’s all you’re allowed to give, I gave mine to you. It was a normal thing either of us could’ve done and we longed for it. I saw the wind touch parts of you I knew I could never touch again. I didn’t want to seem selfish, but anything I felt then pointed towards that ugliness. Maybe one day when we aren’t as sick as we are now, I’ll tell you what I’m feeling. But today, I leave you with a hollow hope that the wind can take my place.