I took his hand and walked from that balcony in an odd sort of daydream, feeling as though I were about to jump from a misty cliff and fall aimlessly into the unknown. Step by step and breath by breath, I walked beside him as we made our venture from this place. As I stepped into the garish light of the early morning, I felt the mystery that surrounded Christian covet the sun's warm rays as the drove into my skin like bee's stingers.
"CHRISTIAN!! Where on earth are you headed?!" Adrianna screamed as we walked down the pathway towards the horses that stood in the garden.
Christian did not speak nor acknowledge her presence; he only turned to me and gave me a mischievous smirk; his eyes glimmered in the morning sun light the fresh augmented dew that lay lazily upon the flowers and grasses.
"CHRISTIAN!!! CHRISTIAN!!!" Adrianna called as he helped me onto the beautiful stallion I had met earlier.
"CHRISTIAN ESTLER!!!" Adrianna screamed as Christian mounted a white mare.
With a smirk and a glance towards the horizon, we were gone. Adrianna's futile cries faded away as we rode off into the heat of the morning sun. Neither of us spoke and we needed not to for our thoughts floated into each others.
"Do mine eyes deceive me?
Can this be?
Is this that man of mystery?
Is this the man of Darkness and Song?
Can this be where I belong?"
My heart sang this to the sun daring it as we rode daring closer towards it. Christian seemed to hear my heart and I heard the voice reply to it.
"Your eyes do deceive but thy heart is true.
I am the man whose been searching for you.
The mystery is in you too.
I am the one of Darkness and Song.
This is where we both belong."
We rode all day long, stopping once by a small market to fetch water and rest the horses.
As we rode on, seeming as if were riding to our deaths, into the inferno that lay upon the blistering sun, a sound my ears had not heard in what seemed as an eternity, floated on the heated breeze. The sun began to set over the sand dunes as this my mind tried to decipher where I had heard this sound.
As we neared this melodious and eerily familiar sound, I could hear the screeching of gulls as they dove in their suicidal missions into the sea for food.
That sound...
My heart sang as I realized where we were headed towards...
The sea...
Oh I did not realize how many memories can suddenly flood into ones mind at the same time. Memories that lay hidden in the abyss inside my mind flew in all directions. Of Melissa and of the late Captain, of the crew and of the final days I spent with them and my favorite memory was of when Melissa was a drunken mess. This thought brought a small flicker of a smile onto my lost expression.
The sound of waves clashing violently with the rocky land sent my flesh quivering. I began to smell the fresh salt air as we neared the coastline and I joyously began to feel the mist that came off of the pounding waves as they collided into the shoreline.
I am home...
As our horses' hoof beats lessened and soon ceased, I jumped from my horse and stood on the wonderful sand. OH! How wonderful it felt to be rid of that cage and to taste to beauteous sea air, to feel the icy mist that floats from the waves caress my skin, to hear the waves as they call, as they beckon you with each crash... to be free.
"He was right." I spoke under my breath, hoping my words were not audible and had been drowned out by the crashing of waves upon the sand.
But my hopes were wrong... as usual... I don't even know why I even hope for anything anymore... It seems every time I do, the opposite happens, the damn opposite of my pleas occurs. Why I bother even thinking about anymore?
Although those hopes were not truly crushed like the sand against the waves, it was more of an indirect crushing for Christian did not ask, "Who was right?" like I expected...
Questions, questions, bloody questions! Like people can not just leave things alone.
Instead he dismounted from his horse and walked up behind me, gently wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt his cool touch against my dampened skin and felt his thoughts flow into mine.
"He was right." His mind echoed.
"How do you know this?" I inquired.
"No need in trying to save me Mon ange, for you already have." He breathed his hot breath sending the mist that had formed water droplets upon my cheek, fleeing.
I turned to him at this, tears welling into my blood red eyes. I tried to speak although no words flew from my parted lips. He smiled at this and gently placed a warm fingertip against my lips, closing them.
"Let me save you." He whispered his eyes shining like the moonlight that was now glittering like diamonds across the sea.
"You can not save me." I breathed as his lips came dangerously close to mine.
A kiss may be just a kiss, but that kiss saved me for but a moment and in that moment, I felt the only sense of ever being safe in my entire existence. I had never dared of ever feeling that I would be fine, that no one would harm me for every time this feeling ever began to show its existence it was immediately beaten down by pain and misery... by death.
Oh God, the sea is a place of many memories and this one is one of the many that will locked away in the swirling abyss that is centered in my devious and misunderstood mind.
As our lips parted and I felt the warm touch of his fingertips that gently slid down my arms, there was a hint of fear in the calming sea breeze and a soft, barely audible voice spoke,
"An angel's love can save the world, if it does not end it first."
