If they wanna be real about it, they'll bring you the ocean.

On top of a roof top under an electrified sky that rumbled with the thrill of what was previously thought to be not only the improbable, but both parties had resolved an impossibility. That being said, a walk was had. Not off the side of the building but on the solid concrete that would fuel the conversation that would last a lifetime. Who knew an ocean was portable? She had no idea. The actual transference of energy could be felt, the ramifications were unseen, but she felt herself falling right off the edge. As did her phone. Right out of her fucking pocket. Chaos ensued. Reality notwithstanding, all of the engraved muck ups, not for you, not ever, brewed into a deep & thick chrysalis that brought her not back to reality, but to the ever present fuck youatude of the situation that had a way of continuously appearing for quite some time now. Long enough for her to believe them. It was too late. She was in ever loving, swooning l o v e. There were strange occurrences, close calls, blatant displays of back to black and just plain back. Then he was there in the midst of the dust, debris & shattered memories of things no one that had ever taken a breath ever wanted to know. Waiting. Looking. Approaching. Embracing. He brought her the ocean. Again.