A/N: Just a quick one-shot about what Marina might have been thinking that night on the hill. From one of my favorite Don Bluth movies. I hope you enjoy.
The pebbles lay in the snow, scattered by the wind. A broke heart, left in pieces.
It looked exactly like she felt: broken, incomplete.
She picked up a pebble, turning it over in her flipper before setting it down in the snow. "I don't need the perfect pebble. All I need is you."
She lifted glistening eyes to the stars, searching over the horizon while her singing carried on the wind. "Oh Hubie. Sometimes, I wonder if you're still alive, how could you survive…"
"Be safe my love." The last notes died away, leaving nothing but the sound of rushing waves.
Kneeling down, she picked up the pebbles, gingerly arranging them the way they were supposed to be: two entwined hearts. Safe and held fast in each other.
United.
Just like hers was to his.
Now and forever.