Waves lapped at Cara's feet as she dangled them off the ledge, eyes closed. Hhhhhhhhhhhhh. "Sounds of silence." Her lips stayed apart, letting the sibilant words echo off the cliff walls, through the musty air, onto the waves. Fighting for dominance, sounds. Scapes. Escape. A single butterfly weaved through the air, purposeless. Through the air, through the sound, alighting on the ledge next to Cara. Motionless they sat, clinging to the ledge, with no sense of desperation. One push, and she would fall. It was no matter. She would not.
Kh. Khhh. Hhhhhhhh. One seagull pecked at the rock, found... nothing. Eyes closed. "Assassin. Rose petals. Concrete." The seagull's wings folded.
Raynor smiled as he saw through the fog, a shape, a beautiful shape to behold. Oh, how her stillness enchanted the sea. He took off his shoes, stepped forward, toward her. Sat on the ledge next to
a single butterfly.
They sat here on the days where nothing went on, where nothing could go. Therapeutic, she called it. He could think of nothing else. Today would go. "I am no man." "If you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" "Hell is empty and all the devils are there." "Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness." He handed her her daily cup of tea. "Cara..."
"Raynor."
"Please don't say my name. And finish your sea."
"Sea? C? See? Not tea?"
"Drink it." The glass drained. Cara felt
something against her tongue
cool and smooth
a pearl
ring
i will
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