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I read somewhere that the beauty of a sea view is that it’s always changing, no two days are the same. I remember thinking the statement was pretentious – but actually, it’s true.
Fiona laughs – a laugh I’ve always loved, loud and unapologetic.
On that trip Flynn had talked about all the places he wanted to travel – and I had said yes to it all, knowing that I wanted to be anywhere but home. When I was with him, the rest of my life seemed like something that had happened to a different person, someone I was happy to leave behind in
‘Don’t trust any thoughts you have between two a.m. and five a.m. It’s like listening to your drunk self.’
