The open window showed dusk. Inside, the unlit room dissolved all sense of structure, and she floated towards him.
He heard the crescendo of wind and surf, building then subsiding.
I am like the ocean, he thought. Constant yet eroding.
Safety was impossible, freedom a lie.
She came to him and he wanted her, but the truth was he would always lose her.
Outside was the endless sky.
She read the truth in his eyes, caught him red and open.
The incoming waves narrated her fury, the ebb her hurt.
She had to lose him.
She'd get over it.