The waves begin to roar and lightening takes the sky. The pool is relentless. It will not give in. It will have it’s way. The way that is known, and it will continue. It will not let love conquer all. It will let love conquer nothing. Love will die.

Suddenly the waters are calm. The pool has given up on its cursed wishes, and it will let the lovers go. Their hold on each other still as tight as the first kiss that they laid on one another’s lips, so softly many years ago. But as their laughter and smiles fill the air, the water begins to turn red, dark red. Steam begins to rises above them, and bubbles of scolding water surrounded them.

He holds on for his love with a strength of the gods, he will not let go.

Then….slowly….slowly a pain, an unbareable pain ,fills his heart. It’s as if the water had came through him and pieced his very soul, his eyes shocked open and his blood had stopped flowing. What could the whirlpool had done to him? What evil spell had it cast upon his body to cause this torture? Then he realized, as he looked at his love. Her arms lie open and his body cold. She had forsaken him.

Yet, the pain does not stop him. He hangs on for life and hope. He squeezes her, as to say, "Please hang on.. hang on.. hang on." And their bodies lie spinning and tearing apart.

The force is too strong for him alone to bear. They are ripped apart.

The water spin faster, and more fierce than ever, making the gap between their love deeper. He lays floating. Still in the grips and the pain, he gathers his strength and begins to swim. He swims hard and fast for his love. Every muscle and bone begins to collapse, and still he drives on. The pool grows angry, and begins to toss him into the air, but nothing can prevent him from getting to her.

Finally, he has came within just a few feet of her, and his heart is about to exploded. He dives to her, stretches out his arms, and reaches. His fingers begging her just for a faint movement towards him. He is there. He has her inches into his hands. He pulls his arms together only in time to see her arms lift away. She is reaching for something…something.

She has done the unthinkable, he can not believe it, the water of his eyes begin to fill the whirlpool. She has reached for another…. He jumps for her in vain, only to miss by inches, and watches as she is pulled out of the pool. OUT OF THE FIGHT AGAINST THE WHIRLPOOL, aboard a raft with someone new. The pain cripples his body as he is now alone in the battle. He can only watch as his love holds tightly onto another. The pain in his body is now ignored as he floats on the water alone.. alone. His heart and head are filled with this pain he can not think: he is paralyzed. The only thing he can pour out of his head, the only living thought, why……???!!!!

His body adrift and the water now calm. Much time passes, and months of his life go by. Finally, his mind starts to clear. Though her memory will not go, he decides he must find away to press on. He must leave this whirlpool, and go on with his life of loneliness.

The whirlpool knows his thoughts and his intensions and begins to spin again.

He must get to the edge to stop his pain, and he must leave this place of lies and grief. He gathers his strength and begins to swim. Swim Hard! Swim Harder! Swim harder! Slowly he goes. After exhausting himself, he makes it near the edge of the pool. He tells himself finally the pain can stop, and maybe he will find himself. But as he begin to go ashore, he hears a familiar voice. It puts a beat back into his heart. He turns to see…. his love. She is calling him. She is holding out her hand.

Without thinking he dives back into the whirlpool, he is driven like never before. His love is there and she wants him, she needs him. He hears it in her voice, and sees it in her eyes, they will be together always. So he swims, the energy could only come from his heart, for his body could not make the journey. The pool’s anger begins to grow once again, and makes him use ever last drop of soul that he has left, but the waters can not stop him. He’s destined to be with his one and only, his friend. At last, he has arrived. With his arms stretch forward, they long to hold her again. With a powerful thrust he comes to her.

The skies turn black, and the question of love is in the air. As he falls back into the water, he’s just in time to see her turn away. She has placed a dagger in his chest, deep within his chest. She grins, and sheds a tear. He gasps for a breath of air as he watches her float away with her other. Thick red water flows from his eyes, and the greatest pain the world has ever known was felt that minute, and every minute there after.

With no strength left, he lies once again floating. The unbearable pain within him seems to vibrates his body, and suddenly it slightly fades as his body sinks into the pool. It slowly drifts downward deep within the pool of lost love, and there it sits till this very day; Forever, slaved to play the fool and never love. To always be the jester, and never the hero. His soul lays trapped within that pool. It would be the last time the world would ever think of true love. And with that said TRUE LOVE WAS LOST FOREVER.

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