Fresh tears sting her eyes. Her heart feels too heavy for her body. Her mind works out the kinks, and suddenly, it seems so seamless. Maybe the coconut to the cranium cracked something loose. Sure, she almost died. But it’s more than that. It’s an ache. A bone-deep knowledge that death is always there. That risk is something to be leaped at. Because the end result in life is that time runs out. She has to live while she can. Love while she can.
