Interval #1
It was the most spectacular view I’d ever seen; the sunset was like a raging wildfire spreading through the sky and the sea, a stunning display of nature’s innate beauty.
“So beautiful,” she said, whispering.
I looked at her; reluctantly at first, fearing I’d break the moment by averting my eyes for even a second. But that’s how much she meant to me.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I started, but she cut me off.
“What is really the point of it all?”
She looked straight into my eyes.
“I’m so tired of fighting for my right to be me all the time,” she said, her eyes slowly overflowing with tears.
“When will it end?”
Her head on her knees, she hugged herself and cried; silent sobs that shook her tiny body. Now was not the time.
“You know, sitting here and looking at this view and wondering what’s the point,” I said, pausing to get the trail of thought right.
“Isn’t that enough? To be able to ask why in the face of this beauty? To be able to share it with the person you love?”
She grew still. The sun sank silently into its pool of fire. It was all too little, too late.
