She was watching the ocean, watching the waves rolling on the beach to and fro, the seagulls who shrieked and flew towards the setting sun – while he held her tight.
His arms were around her, like a castle, holding her warm and safe for the world outside. Her hair was blowing in the soft breeze, as she leaned to his muscular chest, while his voice whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

“I’ll always love you”

While she tucked some locks of her hair behind her ears, he was tenderly kissing her neck, her jawbone, her ear. Her body tingled from the sensation; her heart began to beat against her breast, almost painfully.
In the distance, a boy’s voice was heard, singing a melody of joy, a melody of hope, and of live.
It was scary.
For the voice that sang it held such a cry of despair, of sorrow and grief, to tear apart any soul, any warm beating heart.
She shuddered.
No, he was with her, always would be.
As to prove her right, the arms around her tightened more, holding her closer to him.

“ And now, love, fly…”

The whisper flew away, carried by the wind, blowing trough the palm trees, bolting around, and playing with the sand on the beach.
She smiled, held her arms out, as if to fly, and felt his arms holding hers, keeping her steady, safe, careful not to fall. She took a deep breath, and jumped to freedom.
She flew, with his wind beneath her wings to keep her up, with the melody of the song of Hope around her, with the other flying birds, towards the hot burning sun…
While the waves tumbled down on the beach they played, glistering in the light of the first rays sunlight in the morning. They curled around every object in their way, trying to pull it with them, playing with it before moving on to the next.

And while the boy sang his song of Hope, now happy and joyous, he ran to the beach, towards the new day.
And while the boy sang his song op Hope, his voice changed in a cry by the sight of the fallen bird, lying in the water, with the waves playing with her, trying to carry the body back with them.

And while the boy was watching the Bird, he knew his voice would never carry his song of Hope ever again.