She left, barefoot, but left the door open, which seemed to suggest that he follow. He followed, leaving his own shoes, but closing the door behind him. They walked through the fog a for a while until they came to the bridge. It still looked new, and he smiled involuntarily at the sight of it. Rakel turned sharply right and started walking along the shore. They found a boat, and Rakel got in it. Mos hesitated, then followed after her. She started rowing.
“I love everyone,” she said, when they were out at sea. “But especially you. It hurts. It hurts so much.”
“Yes, loving you.”
“We didn’t really meet via online dating, did we?”
Rakel shook her head. “It hurts.”