on floral sheets that she had spent night after insomniac night upon he told her that all he wanted was to save her.
he held her close and let his warmth envelop her, let their bodies become one.
when she finally found her voice she whispered softly into his ear:
"its too late. im beyond saving. beyond life beyond death
beyond you beyond me
beyond ocean and sea
beyond young, old, hot, cold, happy, sad, good bad, sane, mad.
im lost in this world and im drowning in it - as time passes im only fading and you can only become white noise, a blurred figure. walk away from me while you can. save yourself"
when he saw himself there, at the bottom of the river bed, he could think of nothing else
nothing but the crystal cut features, the rich hair and piercing eyes he was so entranced that he spent days, weeks even, at the edge of the river, peering upon himself until one day he decided he had to be with himself and took the plunge, only to never rise upwards to the surface again.