His body lay battered and shattered at the edge of the sea, a few bits of seaweed clinging to his arms and legs. The fingertips of the waves gently prodded him in a final attempt at rousing him from eternal sleep.
She swept down the beach, the sky seeming to turn black as her world started to fall about her and its constituent parts morphed themselves into a giant monster that would stalk her for some time. All her fears since the storm had taken his boat had suddenly become something tangible. Not just troublesome thoughts or nightmares anymore: her love lay lifeless as a sack, the only blot on an otherwise beautiful scene.
She crouched down and brought his limp body onto her lap. He had been twisted by the waters, seemingly into something else. His trailing arm lay unnaturally and she could see his blue fingers would never hold a quill again. As she knelt on the sand, her back perfectly straight, maintaining all dignity, she studied his face and tried to see if there was anything left inside the half closed bruised eyes or if any more beauty would spill from his mouth. Finding nothing, her task began to become clear in her mind.
She would never let him truly die; this beach would not be his final resting place. She would make sure his memory lived on and that he would always be read and loved. And she would not rest herself until she had succeeded.
She swept down the beach, the sky seeming to turn black as her world started to fall about her and its constituent parts morphed themselves into a giant monster that would stalk her for some time. All her fears since the storm had taken his boat had suddenly become something tangible. Not just troublesome thoughts or nightmares anymore: her love lay lifeless as a sack, the only blot on an otherwise beautiful scene.
She crouched down and brought his limp body onto her lap. He had been twisted by the waters, seemingly into something else. His trailing arm lay unnaturally and she could see his blue fingers would never hold a quill again. As she knelt on the sand, her back perfectly straight, maintaining all dignity, she studied his face and tried to see if there was anything left inside the half closed bruised eyes or if any more beauty would spill from his mouth. Finding nothing, her task began to become clear in her mind.
She would never let him truly die; this beach would not be his final resting place. She would make sure his memory lived on and that he would always be read and loved. And she would not rest herself until she had succeeded.
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