found this in an old folder... idk if it's any good I Will Wait an Eternity for You
He whispered her name before he fell aboard, down into the dark abyss. He felt the sea embracing him, knowing that she was the sea. Finally.
She howled in pain. She whirled round in this agony. The knowledge that it was her only and true love who had condemned her to that prison of a human body was too torturous to bear. And then she felt his presence. So he had fallen overboard at last.
He was in hell. No, it was worse than hell. Knowing that she was just beyond his reach was much worse than hell. The waves crashed against the cliffs, and he was bound on land, a minute stretch from the highest line of the water. The irony was striking, yet he could not care about anything other than the realisation that she would not forgive him.
Yet he could not forgive her for it. But he loved her as he hated her and the feelings entwined, and so she was his everything. She was his hatred and she was his love.
She laughed and laughed and laughed, yet there was something not quite right about it. She knew that he could not love her, for someone who loved her could never have confined her, trapped her. It had felt as though she were unable to move, limited to that body. How could he have done it?
His heart would always belong to her, to the sea. To her.
She knew it would take an eternity to forgive him.
An eternity later he had suffered, yet those intense feelings had never ceased twisting round inside of him. But he would wait. Because as she had escaped her bones, so he had been released. He had finally felt the wretchedness wrench its way out of him, and left him more whole than before, though his heart had been stabbed and he was now logically dead. But because he was whole he could wait.