"Yeah, me too," I admitted, lifting one shoulder in a shrug and ignoring the weight of the admission pressing down on my chest. "Seems like it is, though."

I looked out over the water, eyes burning a little in a way that didn't have shit to do with the ocean breeze. Jesus.

"He's a writer the same way I wanna be," I said, coughing out a laugh. "What the hell do you think I'm going to school for?"