Elise stared into space from the side of the cliffs. She dangled her leg off the edge as she remembered a poem someone had read to her. “In this silent space time stands still waiting for spring's release at the edge of my longing for the light to return and awaken the mystery of life flowing beneath the waters of winter's dark soul calling me to retreat in flight I find the lightness of being calling me to awaken.”
“Did you make that up?”
She turned looking up. His grey eyes reflexing the lights across the bay. She shook her head, knowing he could see her perfectly. “No, you read it to me once.”
“And who am I?”
What? That was an odd thing for him to ask. She knew he was. Didn’t she? He was… He was… He was fading from her vision. No, she was falling. She screamed as she fell for what s
