He tried to clasp her shoulder before the free fall, but it was inevitable. The ocean had taken her to the depths. No more would he feel her hair brush his face in an embrace, no more would he touch that alabaster shoulder.
When I saw that the trees were turning a faded brown I knew. I knew that things were going to be explosive and that I wouldn’t be able to stop the chaos. I tried to reach for the phone, but realized it was dead.