To lovers wander down to shore. Hands interlocked as the fog crept over the water. It was you and your lover Caspian. You had just gotten married yesterday, the evening before. You had been dating since freshman year. He had Became very successful. Rich and powerful. He married you as soon as he could.

You wander Into the shallow water. He stays and watches you. You slightly swim backwards. He bids you "love, get out and go home". As your pulled under the water by the powerful rush of the cold water his eyes widen. His face flushes out of color, whiter then the fog covering the horizon and shore. As he calls your name

"Love! Come on!"

He stops once he sees your colorful eyes and hair and your imitation come up from the water. You say with a endearing smile

"Love...come in...the water is fine"