"So this is what you've been dealing with while you were gone for that short time..." He didn't look at her as he stared at the far away island in the massive rolling sea in front of them. "You've been holed up here by yourself while I was being...walked down memory lane all by my lonesome"
She shook her head, a rueful smile gracing past her expression. "It may seem like a paradise now but to me this was a hell. My real family was somewhere I no longer was permitted to be and this..." Her eyes glanced around them and at the beautiful, raging scenery. "It couldn't compare to the both of you" she said softly.
Without warning he put his arm around her waist as they leaned over the marble railing that separated them from the depths of blue. He leaned his face more into her, smelling her, and kissing her soft skin as if he would never see it again, her grey sweater warming him even though he was cold with subtle fear. Tears of longing drizzled down her chin and he kissed those too, she would miss him for the years he would be gone, and be excited when he was let back in and into her arms once more.
"It's almost time" she muttered against the sea breeze. The torrents below her tussled with impatience, the wind growling and howling at the lovers as if asking for repentance, lightening flashing across the sky, and thunder rolling from the skies. The paradise was turning into a mad house the more time went by, but the two paid no mind to it. They were cherishing the moment they had left together and cherish they did.
He embraced her from behind and she turned her face towards him, their lips brushing and touching sweetly. More tears, from him this time, this part always got to him the most. Because of his senseless actions while he was alive, still the love of his life had to suffer the consequences of said actions. It broke her heart to know that he had kept the truth from her but it hurt even more to see him taken away from her, not because he was stolen away but because he had to go.
Their lips met each other harder now, not out of lust, but passion. Fierce passion. This was their last second together and they needed it as they touched and tightly embraced each other. He pulled away, reluctantly, and held her away by her shoulders. Anymore of what they were doing and he wouldn't want to leave, he would resist and then he would be punished harsher than last time. The punishment was unbearable enough and he wouldn't go through it again just because he was being selfish, no.
"It's only five years" she whispered over the howls of the wind. His dark eyes glanced at the whirling sea, now deepening into a large hole of dark abyss, his ride had arrived for him.
"It feels like forever, more like a short eternity than five years" he told her while gazing into hole. He could even hear the cries of agony from within starting to build in crescendo with the tempering weather. She whimpered and gently pulled him one last time into her bosom.
"Its part of hell, part of what you have to deal with because of what happened; because of what you did to those people. I know you don't like it, you despise it just like I do and I can only ache for you" she made him look at her and saw the true hatred in his eyes, lying dormant somewhere else. "I love you"
He smiled at her, truly smiled and pulled her hands away from his person. His hands landed on top of the railing and he lifted up one leg and put it over, his heart hammered in his chest and through his ribs and his mouth parted as he stared dead center at his destination. His eyes glanced back to find his love turned away from him, she could never stomach this part, could never stand to face him when he left. But he wouldn't make her, wouldn't torture her with the image of him drowning in his own sea of destruction, watch him get swallowed up by the waves of his victims.
Without another word of goodbye or sweet-nothing's, he was gone, flipped over the edge with his own strength and landing on the surface of the ice waters. It was freezing, something he actually felt for once, and his blood ran colder than it already was. His limbs, fingers, went numb and his skin a pale blue. Was he dying all over again? Dying from cold that up until now and five years earlier he couldn't even feel?
To his surprise, water had already entered his system, down his throat and chocking him in the worst way. His eyes rolled back and he almost felt weightless, but he knew it was far from over, never truly being over and giving him peace. But it was almost over, and he was almost down the rabbit hole and back where he was originally suppose to be, somewhere where his Annie would never be. Not while he was still, somewhat alive.
Hearing the thunder receding, and seeing the light started to brighten around her, Annie turned towards the sea once more. He was gone, swallowed by the sea and no longer by her side. It would be another five years before she could see him again, hold him again, or kiss him again. Another five years he would be cast out of their heaven and he would serve those years down below by himself.
So there she waited, at the same spot he had jumped from, and watched the calm waters. All content now that they had their victim, their food, and their murderer.
A/N: Inspired by "Take On Me" covered by Aqualung.