The air was thick and cold. The sky was dark and surreal. The winds were harsh and unforgiving, just as the ocean was. The bodies were lifeless and stiff.

No one even gave them a glance, the bodies. The bodies of a boy and girl. They just layed there, on the barrier of the waters. Floating above their own graves.

"Together?" she had whispered as they entered their death sentence.

"Yeah, together," he replied, holding onto her.

Then they were gone, desending deep into the dark waters of death. Their hands intwended, their minds connected. They left the game together, exactly how they entered it. It was special, just like always.

Their bodies were still in the cold graves, floating above the high seas. They weren't visible beyond the high mountains, not even by the birds that flew past the rough and demanding waters. The water pushed against the two bodies, seperating them.

They drifted slowly apart in the water, being pushed away by the tides. Their intwined hands broke apart.

Then the bodies fell victim to the cold seas. They were carried away, the waters demanding their hand. Slowly each body drifted it's own way into the deeper water. Until they were no longer together.

So the two lovers left each others side, for the first time.

The darkness swallowed them as their bodies ventured into the merky waters. The tide pushed and pushed, swallowing their bodies and then spitting them back out. The rough waters pulled them into it's hold. The girl pulled to the right, the boy to the left.

And so the trees whispered to one another in the wind, the seas rushed to the edge of their border, the birds whistled in their hidden nests, the world remained peaceful. No one would ever know the tragic story of the two lovers. The boy and the girl who loved each from the begining to their end. No one would ever hear their story, no one would ever know of the love they shared. But in the end, it didn't matter. They knew and they always would, they would carry their love to their graves, together.