Crap. Here's some angst. And look, a twist! As chapter 100 (that's gonna be the last one...) is around the corner...I hope to fill these last ten with a little bit of every genre. Wow, things are coming to an end...and I am sad. Dx
It had become their sanctuary.
Their safe haven, their security, their life.
On the beach, on that sandy shore, where the earth and the waves met. Where the sun shined down, and the both the sky and ocean were the color of her eyes. Exact crystal copies. Where the wind would become a soft breeze, tossing around their hair like she would often do.
Where they threw her body to the sea, it was.
Her element has become her watery grave, where she would always be remembered.
Through the past ten, twenty, or more years, they mourned for her right there.
A brother, who's life revolved around her, who's universe was his very own sister, sat on the beach, staring out into the ocean that he claimed belonged to his sister. He loved her with every single bone in his body, and he still did. Even if he was becoming old, his memories never faded of her. Because of her, he had a life to remember. He only wished that she was here to rememeber with hi.
Beside him, was a past enemy. But then, he became a lover to her. And when she died, his heart drowned along with her lifeless body into the depths of the cruel and dark sea. The scar on his face was nothing to the empty hole that was in his soul. When she left, his other half had been ripped and torn away, lost at sea forever. So now, they stare into the vast wasteland of water, remembering her. And only her.
They sat together.
Day and night. On the very date she died on. They never missed that day. Rain or snow, they came.
Without a single word.
Silence warmed their tired souls, their scarred bodies, and their empty hearts.
Even if this friendship formed through the loss of another, it never would compare.
No, nothing could compare to her rough hands that were as graceful as clear water. Nothing would ever be like her healing touch, and her words that brought hope. And those eyes. Oh those eyes. It was not the color. Not the fact they were beautiful. It was the fact that when you looked into them, it a was a mirror and a pool of sympathy like no other.
So they waited.
They counted the days it would be, until age and time would catch up with them, and they would finally be with her in another better place.
Two men. With two different kinds of love. One woman.
One ocean.
Their sanctuary.