By: Luisa Mathias (Grade 4)

For years, Romero believed I had vanished into the sea. And sometimes, when the wind carries the smell of salt, I almost believe it too. But the truth is: I didn’t die. I simply left.

I still remember the hospital, the moment I realized that love alone couldn’t save us. Romero’s heartbeat returned, but something in me shifted. I had spent so long fighting to keep him afloat that I forgot how to breathe on my own.

So I walked away before he woke up.

I left him the whistle because it had saved his life once, and I hoped it would guide him again. When he hears the sound of the waves, it’s not me. It’s the memory of the girl who loved him fiercely, but could no longer stay.

I watch him from afar sometimes, he and the beautiful family he went back to.

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