"It was one of those loops. A year after..." I explain, "But I knew... I knew it, before then. I knew something was gonna happen. You'd been, I dunno. You always acted like your time was coming up, on the island, and I just figured one morning you'd be gone."

Huffing out a strained breath of laughter, I say, "I just didn't know it'd be like that. But when it happened, you were alone, and I couldn't... I could never get past that. I fuckin' hated it, not bein' there. Not bein' able to say goodbye. I hadn't even talked to you, that morning." I scrub a hand across my face and drag in a breath, one corner of my mouth lifting into a pained smile. "A year later-- this day, I woke up, and I was back there. I got to live it all over again. I got to be with you. You weren't alone."