Talk about breaking someone else's heart, or having your own heart broken.
She took to eating briney Greek olives; it was the only way to bear the saltiness of the tears. And she ate other things that were reminiscent of the ocean, slick wiggly sardines or tiny pink Himalayan crystals, layered over chocolate and caramel.
In the deep part of the night she would stand, a sliver of night light leaking from the refrigerator, and stuff them one by one into her mouth. As though she could choke back the shards of heartbreak rising in her throat and curl back into the sea.