Never Be Another
Sea, earth, sky. That's how it's always been, together forever, in living and loving and dying and death. Always together, because one without the other wouldn't work, wouldn't make sense with the world because it was seaearthsky and that's how it would always be.
Or, at least, that's what they had thought. But they were wrong, weren't they? They had gone around without a care in the world, living life however they pleased, but now the sky was gone and thisshouldn'tbehappeningcomebackcomeback.
Nothing was the same anymore, as they stood there on the beach with that huge, gaping hole right in the middle of it all, where sky should have been, holding them together, but it just wasn't there anymore, just this huge mess of despair that they all felt pulsing like a wound in their sides.
He's not supposed to be dead! They wanted to scream and cry, do something to assure themselves that he was just missing and not gone, but she was just standing there on the beach like a statue, uncaring and cold, casting a bottle out into the ocean even they knew it would never be returned and he was just stomping around, cursing the world, unable to accept the truth.
Just seventeen hours before they had stood together on this beach, laughing and playing with their wooden swords, pushing each other into the water and whereareyouweneedyouherenow. But no matter how much he repeated that, eyes clenched shut, hands shaking, he knew the sky would never come back because he had seen the body, pale and cold and dead to the world, and now it was just the sea and the earth, and without the sky they'd just suffocate and wither away until there was nothing.
Give him back! He screamed at the setting sun, throwing a fistful of sand at that awful, mocking orb. And the girl turned around to glare at him with ice-cold, red-rimmed eyes, devoid of the usual warmth normally found there. (The warmth had only been there for sky, because he was the sun and sea was the moon and earth was the land stuck in-between it all.)
And now the world was thrust into darkness without the presence of the sky and the sun, and the gaping hole where he should have stood was oh-so-obvious. The worst thing was, that hole would forever stand there, a reminder of their past sin. There was nothing they could do about it.
There would never be another sky.
This was what he repeated to himself, that day and the next and a week later when she disappeared on him too, leaving the world with just the land, isolated in the middle of nowhere. That's what he repeated to himself as he leaned over the edge of the Cliffside, feet swinging back and forth until finally they slipped a just a little bit and whoops! Next thing he knew he was falling, falling, still repeating the phrase over and over and over in his head as he headed face-first to the sharp rocks below.
There would never be another sky.
Sea, earth, sky. That's how it's always been, together forever, in living and loving and dying and death. Always together- one without the other wouldn't work, wouldn't make sense with the world because it was seaearthsky and that's how it would always be.
Wherever one goes, the others shall follow.
They shall always be one. Together. Forever.
That's how it's always been. And that's how it would always be.