the fourth and last part. somewhat tragic, at least in my opinion. thx again to mystlady for her reviews, they were appreciated!
disclaimer: are you ever gonna learn it? no, not mine! (throws hands in the air, exhausted)
Part four- Wind
Ein Vogel ist
Auf meiner Hand gelandet.
Er flog fort,
Als ich ihn berühren wollte.
She was already there when he came to the beach, standing near the water line, and the wind played with her light white dress. She looked around when she felt him, her lips parting ever so slightly in a shy greeting smile. Her gun lay nearby on the sand, glinting black and silver. Next to it, her sandals, that she had taken off before stepping onto the wet sand.
He followed her, the small waves cool around his ankles, as he carefully pulled her dress off her shoulders and led her into the water. It was not long when they came back to the beach to let the sun dry and warm their skin, not caring that they were covered in a thin layer of salt and sand. There were shells embedded in it, and he began to decorate her small, slim body with them, and she smiled, a real, happy smile this time. She sat up, all the shells falling to her lap, and touched her hand to his cheek. His lips kissed her forehead while her hand came up with the gun over his heart, the sound of the shot unheard, and his body tensed, the smile never leaving his lips as a tiny thread of blood trickled to the sand.
She put her arms around his still form as the wind caressed their bodies, ceasing as her breathing did.