Found but Gone

Down by the waterfall, a pair sat. This was a sight to see, the sight of a lifetime, something out of a dream. The sun was low and there was a slight breeze, blowing droplets of water falling in the direction of the howling air. The water reflected pink, and it would soon reflect black from the impending night sky. It was cool, but not uncomfortably cold. The sound the river played from the descending water crashing down was loud; loud enough to block out intricate thoughts of a mind, but not so loud to hurt your ears. The smell of the freshwater is something indescribable, but recognizable, and brought a sense of comfort to those who could recognize it. The rocks, smoothed and rounded from being pushed around since the day they came into existence, were lined up along either side of the river. One could question if it was the work of mankind, but the human race can come nowhere close to the complexity of nature- the one responsible for everything beautiful in this world.

The pair blended in almost entirely with the scene around them. They didn’t seem out of place, even though they were mere humans in the presence of this otherworldly display. They were the last pieces to this composition, the remaining touches. The noisy waterfall was close, but silence consumed them. Nothing needed to be said because there was an unspoken agreement to remain still. This was perfect, sat in the place they first met, they first exchanged words, and what felt like exchanged souls. The waterfall had always been beautiful, but the day it became extraordinary was the day they became part of it. The routine of coming here was repetitive for the couple, but it had been an honor to repeat this dream as much as they liked.

But right then something shifted. Nothing exactly drastic, but enough to notice. The air had been cool, but the wind blew enough to make someone shiver. The melody of the river became just a note too high, and made one uneasy. The reflection of the water suddenly appeared clear. Confused, one of them looked up at the sky, questioning why its design wouldn’t reach the river. It occurred to him that night had finally fallen; but it didn’t have the intended effect. The waterfall scene had become ordinary. The blandness came as a shock. The moment replayed in his head. The day he saw her for the first time, she had the effect of a light bulb. Everything in the vicinity had been lit up, and it stayed that way since they became one, a pair. The waterfall scene fell into place, along with his life and place in the world. Suddenly, the confused one came to an abrupt realization.

He turned his head towards what should’ve been his other half. Instead he found emptiness, just as bland as the new strange scenery. The sound of the crashing waters could no longer block out his thoughts. He looked back at the water then remembered, she is now one with the currents.