He took her to the river and they both sat on the rocks. Her wavy, blonde hair was glistening in the sun. The trees and their rough bark looked on enviously at the girl’s soft, pale skin. The river sprayed her with water as if the two were flirting for the very first time. It was love. True love. They watched the current crash into rocks and the water turned from dark blue to white. The water rushed downstream and took the plunge down the falls a few hundred feet to their right. The sun was setting above the trees. Gold and purple lights danced on the water. Crickets jumped through the tall grass and chirped to the rhythm of the water. The mood was set. He got down on one knee and asked her a question. This was the first time he ever asked of such a favor from somebody. A nervous tension was felt, but he knew she would say yes. She stared at him for a moment, blew him a kiss, and as smooth as could be, his angel dove into the water.
The water was warm. She swam aimlessly throughout the depths. The current could not move her, and she seemed to be in tune with the sounds of the river. The fish and all the sea creatures talked to her, and she understood every word they said. The fish were always calm. They taught her things in mere moments that she would never be able to learn on the land. She never needed to come up for air. It was a new life. She was happy. She found true love.
The man was shocked. Eight months of bliss. Where had she gone? He longed for the nights of the past when they would sit on the balcony and watch the moon play hide and seek with the clouds. A mad passion ran over him. He dove into the water and was determined not to give up until he found her. The instant he broke the surface his body went numb. The water was cold, almost at a freezing temperature. As he came to the surface for air, he noticed his arms. Leeches had started to suck him dry. The leeches were all over him and he swam to shore. The pain was intense and he finally made it to the shallows where he could run to the shore. His feet hit the riverbed. Zebra muscles and rocks of all shapes and sizes cut his feet to shreds. He finally made it to shore and everything went back to normal. He was warm. The leeches were gone. His feet were soft. His girl was gone.
Confused, but still determined to find her, the man started back towards the rocks with a newfound determination. Suddenly he saw her. Her radiant beauty funneled up towards the sky like a tornado. Her hips came out of the water and she was floating there, midstream, only a few hundred feet away. It would be quick swim, and the end would be worth it. He continued towards the water, and jumped in. His head hit the surface of the water, and he slid forward. Excruciating pain slid down his spine. The liquid became solid. Although the pain was serious, he now had a much easier path ahead of him. Shaking his head from side to side, he found the courage to stand up. He was walking on water. One hundred, eighty, fifty, twenty feet away! The man was getting closer to his true love. He picked up the pace. He was running on water. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five feet away! He held out his hand. She backed away. Splash.
The man thrashed around the water as the raging current carried him downstream. He was tossed violently by the whitewater and thrown into rocks. He finally was able to grab hold of a rock for a few minutes. His strength would eventually cease, but for now he could only stare at his true love. Both hands were secured around the rock, but the river was pushing his feet downstream. He watched her. She stared back at him. He blew her a kiss, and lost hold of the rock. He was carried further downstream and was heading towards the waterfall. Sharp, jagged rocks, of all shapes and sizes, looked upwards for a new victim. He continued towards the drop. One hundred, eighty, fifty, twenty feet away! He was getting closer to death. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five feet away! Four, three, two, one, zero. He was falling. The river washed all around him and finally, it was over.
She waded to the edge of the falls and stared down. The river seemed to be echoing words said moments earlier. It was over. “I do,” she said.