She cursed under her breath. She cursed death for taking her love. She cursed life for keeping her.
And she cursed her lover for leaving her alone to swim in the sea of his memory, without the moon of his
smile to comfort her, without the stars of his eyes to guide her, and without the shore of his embrace to hold her when she grew weary.
She offered the secrets of her heart, which he had promised to take to the grave, but she had no
assurances he could hear her.
