It was hardly noticeable that in the pulling of the tide some content had been left behind. Action begets consequence, she thought, no matter how small the matter. He disagreed but she's seen it, witnessed it with her very own eyes. What she thinks she knows now and could have known before is the erosion in the careless dismissal of the most simple rule had led to the chasm between them. A void where they sometimes played, sometimes danced and at certain times fought. It was here, him on one cliff, her on the other where a hand could be outstretched into the everything and nothing in between that a momentary glance of them could be seen.
The rule forgotten.
It's all just a series of moments, right?