The parting of ways, and they never meet in the crowd.
Viktor, hurt but aloof -- looks around, but to no avail.
Ice glistens on his cheeks; people cheer him goodbye.
Bulgarians chant his name, but all he can hear is a rush in his ears.
His last memory, a moment of passion and lust.
It's all he has and he has to hold on to it.
Melancholy music plays on an infinity-tape; no one else can hear.
He stands at the mast, one hand on its berth.
The lake consumes them and with it goes the spirit of Cedric.