After his boyfriend kills himself, a teen goes on vacation in an attempt to find closure.
|You trudge along the beach, looking around you at the rolling waves, the locals frolicking in them, and the small shacks calling out that they have the newest delicacy on the island. None of it appeals to you. Not you, who is blasting punk rock on your headphones loud enough for people to turn and stare at you, who is supposed to be running to clear your mind but is really throwing your own personal pity party.
A man walks up to you and begins to utter a long stream of unintelligible Spanish before you stop him, trying to convey that you only speak English. He pauses and begins again.
"You look like you need a pick-me-up, man," he proclaims. "Come, I'll give you a ride for free."
A ride? you ask yourself.
You came here to try and shake off your life. Everything was too much. It has only been two months since your boyfriend died, and you can't escape the burden. That you killed him. That because you had one fight, and he already had so much going on with his parents and his sister, you killed him.