The ocean is crashing against the shore in the distance. The night is pitch black; a thick cloud cover has been blanketing the sky all day so I don’t have the moon to guide me. But the curiosity of what Isak is up to fuels my steps, and I’m almost skipping up the steep incline in my eagerness to get there quickly.
This year has been wonderful; there’s no other word for it. At first, my parents had loud opinions about me quitting my job and “embracing my inner hippie self” by studying history, but with Isak’s gentle support, I was able to stand up against them for the first time in my life. After explaining and explaining until I was hoarse, they finally listened and accepted my decision. They’re not bad people; they just want things to be a certain way, and when things don’t go according
