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What was it that brought them together, to be united in this perfect love?
One fateful day, Shwartz99 had found her near death's door, and in a striking display of bravery, saved her very life. From then on, they were inseparable. They shared every part of their life with each other. That was how it was to this very day.
Yes. He often reflected upon that day with fondness. It was a day that had changed his life, after all.
Shwartz99, a pure young man in his best years, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the sapphire water with his seraphic amber pools. His pitch-dark hair rustled lightly in the ocean breeze. He smiled to himself with anticipation as he absent-mindedly adjusted his scarf. He wore a smoke-colored crisp button-down shirt and a pair of loose silver jeans. His charcoal coiffure brushed against his earlobes, complementing his gentle fuchsia-flushed light-colored visage. For a moment, he absorbed herself in these thoughts, of him, and Cordelia.
Shwartz99's cinnamon windows to his soul spotted Cordelia further down on the beach, closer to the roaring sea. Her lovely hair rippled behind her in a crimson wave. Her depths were turned toward the ocean, hidden from Shwartz99's sight, but he knew and loved their guileless carmine hue. She was dressed in her usual everyday clothes. She had a toned but slender body covered with healthily color-touched light-colored skin. As Shwartz99 drew nearer, he caught a note of her familiar scent, mixed in with the lingering odor of the stables. He smiled to himself. It always reminded him of the time they shared. "Monopoly," he called, walking towards her.
She stood at attention. "Shwartz99! I'm glad."
"It's good to see you again," Shwartz99 said, taking her hand. "Have I kept you waiting?"
"Not at all," she said. They began their leisurely walk along the ocean's edge.
"It's been awhile since we've had time to spend like this," Shwartz99 mused. "I've been so busy with everything."
"I wish we could be together more often," Cordelia sighed.
"Be happy for the time we have together," Shwartz99 prodded.
"You're right." She smiled at him before looking up to the clear royal blue sky. "It's such a beautiful day today. Warm, with a comfortable breeze. It's perfect for spending time with you."
"Any day is a beautiful day when you're here," he replied. Shwartz99 admired her flowing rose mane and the way it shone sleekly in the caramel sunlight. "You light up any day of mine."
"Oh, stop," she laughed. Her tilted her head for a quick kiss, and Shwartz99 obliged, catching a whiff of earth and musk.
When they pulled back, he tucked a single askew strand of hair behind her ear. "Cordelia," he said gravely, "every day I thank the forces that brought us here."
"Do you mean how we met?" she asked.
"Not, not just that," Shwartz99 murmured. "Something like this -- it had to be destiny. I can feel it, Cordelia. I was born to be with you."
"I love you, Shwartz99," Cordelia whispered. he reached for another kiss, and they locked lips passionately. The sound of the waves, the bright sunny sun, and their histories and dangers all floated away in that moment.
At last, the need for air brought them apart. Shwartz99 brushed a thumb over Cordelia's flushed bloom-colored cheek and murmured, "Shall we continue our walk?"
After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. It seemed to Shwartz99 that something had been bothering Cordelia for the last few hours -- or maybe longer than that. Her gentle carmine pools were cast down and away, focused upon nothing in particular.
It really hurt him inside to see her like that. He reached for her, tucked a stray scarlet strand behind her ear, and traced a finger across her jawline. "What's wrong, Cordelia?"
"Shwartz99... it's, just..."
Shwartz99 cupped her face in his hands, brushing his lips against her forehead. "You can tell me."
She took a deep breath and gazed into his brunet crystals with a look full of pure sadness, whispering, "I... I keep remembering it.... That day. Shwartz99, I can't help myself! I don't want to think about it... it hurts, Shwartz99. But even when I sleep, it comes back to me in my dreams. I can't forget, not for a moment.... Not a moment's peace."
Shwartz99 listened attentively, his eyebrows furrowing at each of Cordelia's recounted sorrows. At last, when she finished, a moment of silence passed between them.
She looked so lachrymose and insecure. He brought her closer in reassurance, only wanting to hold her until the hurt subsided, murmuring, "Cordelia... that's awful. It wish that weren't how it is. I wish I could say more. Cordelia...." Cordelia's eyes began to redden, and she abruptly pulled him into a fierce embrace. His depths widened at first, but then he too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of her touch.
"You," Cordelia whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "As long as you're here, I'll be all right." They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.
They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.
"The sunset is so beautiful, isn't it?"
Shwartz99 lifted his head at Cordelia's words to behold the dying sun's tangerine radiance. "It's nice."
After a moment of silence, she said quietly and seriously, "King, you and me... do you think this is what they call destiny?"
He clasped her calloused hand and murmured in response, "A love this true must be fated to be."
"King... Let's be together forever." Cordelia squeezed his hand and sidled closer.
Shwartz99 sighed with contentment and brought her closer. He gazed at the beautiful sunny rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.
"You'll hurt your eyes doing that," Cordelia whispered.
Shwartz99 looked at her instead. "I love you, Cordelia."
"I love you too, Shwartz99."
Their lips met, and onyx strands met cherry ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness and the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Cordelia, his eternally faithful lover. Shwartz99 thought to himself that nothing could be more perfect in the world.
.. Thus concludes our tale.
