I came here often. This black on the wall of the harbour. At the end was a lighthouse. No, not one of those soaring majestic towers, our lighthouse was a squat little thing.
I climbed the stairs that spiraled up its side. The view. Oh, the view's great, even for a midget lighthouse.
My phone's buzzing.
I plunge my hand into my pocket and fish it out.
<< Yo, buy your tickets >>
It's just Tris. He's probably right. I need to get out of this place.
"Tim, you promise me, ok?"
"Of course, we're gonna do it. Whatever it takes, we'll make it."
"No matter where it is, we'll buy the tickets and we'll go, right?"
"Yes, Tris, we will. Now can you please let go of my hand?"
I was lying on my back, sweating, next to my brother in his shitty Berlin flat. Protip: if your brother says come stay with him in Berlin expect nothing more than pillow cases stuffed with socks.
That was last summer and fucking hell was it hot. The curtains fluttered, not from some sweet summer breeze but from the vacuum of the cars passing on the highway right outside the window.
It was the end of my trip in Berlin. Things were falling apart with Lina back in Norway and this was the perfect escape. So, the plan was for Tris and I to meet again in a year's time to watch our favourite band, Future Islands, no matter where in the world they were playing.
Tris did his best impression of a cat and miaowed whislst trying to tickle me. I was already pissed off but couldn't help but smile. He can be fucking cute for a fat twenty-two year old.
<< Yes, I'll buy the tickets today! >>
I put my phone back and take a long look at the ocean. The waves look like sharp black scales on a back of some beast, rippling with muscular tension infinitely into the distance. They gleamed and seemed to rush away from me at an incredible speed.
Tromsdalstinden, the largest mountain in the area, rose above - the late sunrise colouring it a sorbet pink. It seemed to lean into me. The wind blew harshly across the water whipping it up and sending droplets that froze before cutting my face.
I lost feeling in my hands then my feet. It became white. I don't remember much after that.