Two lovers, hands entwined and faces almost touching stand peacefully at the edge of the angry sea. Ocean spray lands cautiously on their skin, each droplet almost purposefully at attention, trying not to mar the scene by forcing either of the two off balance. The sky writhes in pain, grey clouds unleashing their fury upon the land. Empty cliffs hang like battalions in the distance, watching the pair as they try to hold onto each other in the path of the rolling storm.
He pulls back slightly, eyes boring into hers as another wave crashes against the surrounding landscape. The rocks that were anchoring their feet to the ground begin to crumble away, falling into the water and forcing them off balance. Her pink lips are parted, silently communicating with him in an unknown language. Green eyes staring into blue, trying to reason with this place, she opens her mouth to speak. His fingers caress her cheek, now pink and alive from the cold, and he begins to walk backwards, slowly releasing her until only fingertips are touching.
She blinks and is suddenly alone, gazing out into an unadulterated sea.