The sea was calm and empty in the way a Twitter feed wasn’t.
Jake sat on the edge of the cliff, looking out into sapphire eternity.
He reached for his phone, realized he didn’t have it, realized that was the point.
What time was it?
The funeral was probably over.
They were probably furious with him.
How could he, of all people? they’d say.
He’d finally posted about her death, but couldn’t bear to change his relationship status.
He had to go back soon, he knew.
But for now he sat, letting it all drain out into that sapphire eternity.