Baycrazy Unwanted -

One cruel. One crazy.

The other guy stepped forward. “You heard her. Move along.” baycrazy unwanted

“You’re still here?” she said. Not cruel. Worse: indifferent. One cruel

He fell fast. Hard. The way men do when they mistake chaos for depth. it was wild and wet—midnight swims

The first time he saw her, the bay was calm. Glassy. Deceptive.

For three weeks, it was wild and wet—midnight swims, salt on skin, promises carved into driftwood. He thought he’d found someone who saw him. Someone real .

Then she vanished.