She sat alone at the beach, playing with the sand, feeling the gentle roughness against her palm. She looked out into the horizon, and wondered how long it will take for her to travel that far. Then she realised, she won’t ever reach – it will keep moving further away. She smiled. ‘Some things are just impossible,’ she said, almost to herself.
She looked up, her reverie broken. ‘Taken to speaking to yourself now, have you?’ he said, as he put out his hand to life her up. She laughed, and shook her head, patting the sand next to her. He sat down and put his arm around her, kissing her on the forehead. She smiled and leaned against him. They both sat together in silence for awhile, letting the waves wash over their feet.
‘So, what things are impossible?’ he said. She giggled. ‘The horizon.’ He repeated, puzzled, ‘The horizon?’ ‘Yes, the horizon,’ she said. ‘It’s always going to be away from you, no matter how far you go.’ He shook his head. ‘You think of the weirdest things.’ She grinned. ‘I still love you,’ he said, gently squeezing her shoulder. ‘It’s been too long. I have missed you, you know?’
It had been too long. Years, since she had left him and gone back to her mother. Left the impossibility that had been their marriage. One, that everyone who knew them thought was ideal, divine and perfect. They seemed made for each other. Only she knew that the fabric had begun to unravel long before anyone could tell.
It started small, arguments, disagreements – nothing other couples don’t get over, they thought. They figured it would go away, with time. But it didn’t. There came a point, when she couldn’t stand him. Him, or his constant stream of questions, misplaced jokes, misunderstandings – anything.
One night, it came crushing down on her. Her marriage was over. She couldn’t be with him anymore. He was a wonderful human being, the only man she would ever love. But she couldn’t live with him anymore. If she did, she would kill him with her bare hands. That was when she made up her mind. She got up in the dead of the night, and walked out of home – going to the one place she knew she would be fine.
She looked at him. ‘I’ve missed you, too. But it was the right thing to do. You know that.’ He thought of all the years he had spent alone, pining for her, hating himself for what he had done. ‘It was right for you, yes. But I was lonely without you.’ ‘You were lonely in your mind long before I left,’ she said. He nodded. She was right, she always was.
He looked into her eyes, searching in them the answer for the question on his mind. She smiled and took his hand in hers. ‘I left you then. But I won’t leave you now. Whatever you do, I will be with you. I promise.’
They stood up together, hand in hand, just like they used to, when they had been newly married and in love. He turned and looked at her face for the congest time, trying to register every detail, every curve, every wrinkle. He cupped her face and kissed her. She pulled away, the familiar glow returning to her face. They smiled and turned, looking at the horizon. ‘Impossible,’ she said, smiling. And they both walked into the ocean.