The river ran clear and cool. Memories of the river flooded Sapphire's mind. She had surrendered herself to the river that summer.
Arion was water to her soul. As she sat near the river contemplating it's power, Sapphire remembered a dream of Arion carrying her pregnant body from the river bank and up the foot path. She had no strength left in her body or soul.
She found her dream suspended in reality. And in the days that passed during her short stay, Sapphire had reclaimed her youth.
Her departure from Arion stirred passions in his heart and left him drowning in it's rising tide. Sapphire missed his voice, his drunken state, his loud music. And on that day, every fiber of her being wanted to scream, "I love you, you idiot!"
Arion was water to her soul. As she sat near the river contemplating it's power, Sapphire remembered a dream of Arion carrying her pregnant body from the river bank and up the foot path. She had no strength left in her body or soul.
She found her dream suspended in reality. And in the days that passed during her short stay, Sapphire had reclaimed her youth.
Her departure from Arion stirred passions in his heart and left him drowning in it's rising tide. Sapphire missed his voice, his drunken state, his loud music. And on that day, every fiber of her being wanted to scream, "I love you, you idiot!"
