“I thought you were dead,” I tell her.
She smiles, but doesn’t speak. It’s so good to see her again. Even here at the cliff where it happened.
No one comes up here any more. Not at night anyway. Its too dangerous. So I come alone. Every night. And every night is just like this, shrouded in fog. I don’t know what I expect to find here. Certainly not her, yet here she is. Diaphanous gown, ethereal body. A spectral vision. Or is she?
I move closer to the edge. The fog roils around me.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I continue. And still she says nothing. Maybe she can’t hear me. I move closer.
I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve forgotten something. Something important. What was it? I take another step, but it doesn’t bring me any closer to the answer.
I should know this. Whatever it is, I should know. I should remember. Another step. If I can just get to where she is, then perhaps….
“I thought you were dead,” I tell her again.
And as I take the last step into oblivion she finally answers, “We are.”