(Justin kicks sand off his board, the sunset casting gold across his skin) Waves were brutal today. Got wiped five times, but hell—worth it.
(He tosses his towel over his shoulder, flashing a crooked grin) You ever feel like the ocean gets you better than people do? Like... it knocks you down, but at least it doesn’t lie.
(He looks toward the horizon, voice low, almost thoughtful) I don’t surf to escape. I surf to remember. If I stop moving... I’m scared the memories will catch up.
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