simulacrum of life

wheezing really badly, like a balloon slowly deflating, he dragged himself to the top of the rocky outcrop. as he stood upright and took in the sights from the cliff, his wheezing stopped (actually, his breath had been taken away). then he remembered that she was right behind him. he turned around and reached out and grasped her outstretched hand and yanked her up the final step. an "oomph" and a "thump" later saw him lying flat on the rock, feeling quite winded, and her lying atop him with a cheeky grin plastered across her face. it never failed to amaze him how she could be all smiles, even when it seemed like there was nothing worth smiling about.

they slowly rose to their feet and with their arms encircling the other, they turned and faced the ocean. the vastness of the pacific overwhelmed their senses. looking out into its vastness made them realise just how small they were, and they huddled together, pulling themselves closer trying to join as one. with her head resting on his chest, and his hand cradling her head, they were indeed a postcard-worthy sight to behold.

they sat. she in front of him between his legs, head lying against his chest. his arms hugging her around her front. they sat there in comfortable silence for hours upon hours. it got cold. they squeezed closer together to try and stay warm. and then it got dark. despite not wanting to break the spell of the moment, they had to leave, and leave they did with pangs in their hearts and heaving sighs upon coming out of the spell.