Setting Suns
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"Don't go," she said softly, yet her voice held a stern tone. It was pleading, begging for compliance, agreement. Her eyes reached out, grasping for his to lock with hers, waiting for some sign of a change of heart, some way to know she had won; that his mind had changed. His back was turned to her, his gaze somewhere far off, the ocean laying before him; a world of possibilities. And then there was her. This girl that had set hs heart on fire, the girl that had awakened him. His mind could not be swayed.
The waves crashed in, powerful, and strong; she admired this, as she stared to the silouhette of her boy who would soon be gone. This ocean, so vast, would take him away. Bring him wherever it must, possibly the farthest corners of the earth, where she may never see him again.
The wind threw her hair around her viciously, as she approached his steady frame, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder, turning him to face her. She forced those unswayed eyes to meet hers; the eyes he'd fell in love with. The eyes she'd dreamed about, countless nights. Her hair thrashed wildly, as he placed a hand on her cheek. Rough fingertips made an obvious contrast compared to her soft skin; she felt so fragile. A deep breathe of salty air, then words.
"I have to."
He was unpersuaded.
Any barrier of strength she had crashed, as she pushed his hand away from her, eyes tearing up with rage. She stared at him through blurs, as her eyes filled to the brim.
"I've meant nothing to you!"
"You've meant everything to me.."
"Lies."
It was now his eyes that pleaded, but for forgiveness. For acceptance, and understanding.
The sun was setting.
She walked to the edge of their dock, the one they would always meet on. The one where her eyes first saw him, and imprinted an image of him in her mind forever. A dark figure, outlined by the orange glow of a setting sun, much like he was now. Her eyes scanned the ripples, the line where the sky met the sea; the vastness of what lay before her. She looked at him; a dream of possibilities.
"Wait for me," he whispered, leaning towards her, words being carried on the salty breeze.
Her head shook gently from left to right; his fist balled tightly together. Tears still slid down her eyes, warm. He took a step back.
"That would be perfect, wouldn't it? Go off on your little adventure, finish what he never got to, and if you're lucky, come home, and have a girl sitting here, waiting for you. It'd be everything you ever wanted. " Her voice was monotone, vague, and emotionless.
"It would.." he muttered, his words coming slowly, unsure of her intentions.
"But what about what I want?" for this sentence, she turned away from the sea, the thief of her happily ever after; the murderer of her sweet dreams. She let cold eyes find his once more, evidently hurt.
"I can't wait forever. It's not fair."
"It wouldn't be forever.."
"This sea would haunt me."
"I'll be home, in a few years, I promise."
"You cannot promise me anything." With this, she turned away from him once more.
It was an endless battle; that between the ocean, and the land. A steady stream trying to take over the gentle sands, pushing farther into its depths as night crept in closer. As constant as a battle of the heart and one's destiny.
"Goodbye," he said through a staggered breath, the only word he felt he had left to give her.
"Goodbye," her small voice mimicked, and if it were not for the winds, it might not have ever reached him.
She did not turn to face him, as she heard the sound of boots on the dock's wooden surface, the sound getting farther and farther away; she could no longer hear the dock's creaking beneath his weight, just the sound of crashing waves.
This was their ending, waves crashing in, erasing evidence, leaving a ground for new beginnings. Taking her dreams and dragging them out to sea with the boy that had meant everything.
The sun had set.
~saber
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