Before fate and bad luck forced us together.
Before secrets and lies drove us apart.
Before it all went wrong.
I follow her into the sea like I’d follow her to the ends of the earth if that is where she leads me. Even if it is impossible to go back, I can move forward. Into tomorrow. Into the future. Whatever place she chooses to go.
Even death.
If she throws herself on the mercy of the gods, then I’ll jump off the cliff after her.
At this point, it’s only a question of who gets to her first.
Oblivion or me.