here’s a little tidbit that is in the “outtakes”, or what have you. something that brought about the characters, might show up later, who knows :
on the day they said goodbye, the wind was blowing. not just in one direction, but in all. she looked at him with spite in her eyes; spite to hide the hurt that she was feeling. his eyes were locked to hers the same way they always were, a dark chocolate brown ocean where she used to find herself sinking now reflecting the hurt she had caused him; the hurt that spoke volumes and yet didn’t say a word.
“it can’t end this way,” he whispered, watching as the wind blew her strawberry blonde hair across her face, blocking his view of her clear amber eyes. he longed to reach out and pull the strands away, but knew that she would frown upon this tender action.
“it has to…” she said, more sharply than she’d meant to. ”it’s the way of things.”
he shook his beautiful head. “no,” he whispered. “it’s your way of things.”
she looked into his eyes, then averted her gaze to the sea. they stood on the beach, barefoot, their toes digging into the sand. she watched as the waves crested and fell to their deaths at her feet, then looked back at him. his curls were shielding his eyes now, the wind having blown them across his forehead.
“its what has to be done. ” she muttered, more to the wind than to him. “i have no choice. If i don’t let you go, i’ll go mad. I am already mad for holding on this long to something that can never truly be.”
he reached out to take her hand, but she brushed him away. “all i ever wanted was you,” he whispered, tears in his voice but not yet in his eyes. “you must know that.” he looked at her with his penetrating eyes and she nodded, unable to look back. she took a step towards the ocean, the swelling water pooling at her feet, her hair flying behind her now as the wind continued to blow.
“i wont say goodbye,” she said, turning to look at him. ”but we cannot go on, you must agree to it.”
he shook his head. ”it is your way of things,” he repeated, lifting one hand and tracing a line on her face with his index finger. ”we could have more time…” but she shook her head once more.
“that is what i fear the most,” she said, taking his hand away from her face. “any more time and there will be nothing left for me to feel. i’d rather feel the pain of letting go than feel nothing at all. too much has been lost already.” she held his hand in hers for a minute, then carefully let it go, looking back at the angry sea. she took another step.
“but not this way,” he pleaded, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, softly. she smiled at him slightly, then took his hand and kissed it gently.
“the ghost of you will follow me always,” she whispered, breaking her gaze from his. ”this is the only way.” she stared out at the crashing water before her, stretching her arms out to feel the mist spray upon her hands.
he was weeping openly now, his shoulders quaking. she heard his quiet sobs, and turned back to look at him. “in my whole existence,” she said, “i have never loved anything else as i have loved you.”
with that, she turned and marched firmly into the troubled sea, letting the current drag her under, untill she was naught more than the torrental water itself.
on the day they said goodbye, the wind was blowing. not just in one direction, but in all. she looked at him with spite in her eyes; spite to hide the hurt that she was feeling. his eyes were locked to hers the same way they always were, a dark chocolate brown ocean where she used to find herself sinking now reflecting the hurt she had caused him; the hurt that spoke volumes and yet didn’t say a word.
“it can’t end this way,” he whispered, watching as the wind blew her strawberry blonde hair across her face, blocking his view of her clear amber eyes. he longed to reach out and pull the strands away, but knew that she would frown upon this tender action.
“it has to…” she said, more sharply than she’d meant to. ”it’s the way of things.”
he shook his beautiful head. “no,” he whispered. “it’s your way of things.”
she looked into his eyes, then averted her gaze to the sea. they stood on the beach, barefoot, their toes digging into the sand. she watched as the waves crested and fell to their deaths at her feet, then looked back at him. his curls were shielding his eyes now, the wind having blown them across his forehead.
“its what has to be done. ” she muttered, more to the wind than to him. “i have no choice. If i don’t let you go, i’ll go mad. I am already mad for holding on this long to something that can never truly be.”
he reached out to take her hand, but she brushed him away. “all i ever wanted was you,” he whispered, tears in his voice but not yet in his eyes. “you must know that.” he looked at her with his penetrating eyes and she nodded, unable to look back. she took a step towards the ocean, the swelling water pooling at her feet, her hair flying behind her now as the wind continued to blow.
“i wont say goodbye,” she said, turning to look at him. ”but we cannot go on, you must agree to it.”
he shook his head. ”it is your way of things,” he repeated, lifting one hand and tracing a line on her face with his index finger. ”we could have more time…” but she shook her head once more.
“that is what i fear the most,” she said, taking his hand away from her face. “any more time and there will be nothing left for me to feel. i’d rather feel the pain of letting go than feel nothing at all. too much has been lost already.” she held his hand in hers for a minute, then carefully let it go, looking back at the angry sea. she took another step.
“but not this way,” he pleaded, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, softly. she smiled at him slightly, then took his hand and kissed it gently.
“the ghost of you will follow me always,” she whispered, breaking her gaze from his. ”this is the only way.” she stared out at the crashing water before her, stretching her arms out to feel the mist spray upon her hands.
he was weeping openly now, his shoulders quaking. she heard his quiet sobs, and turned back to look at him. “in my whole existence,” she said, “i have never loved anything else as i have loved you.”
with that, she turned and marched firmly into the troubled sea, letting the current drag her under, untill she was naught more than the torrental water itself.
found that amongst my old writings. 
enjoy! busy still with the londonstuffs
