Athena stood at the shore. She starred out at the horizon. She thought only of her love, who was out at sea.
She did this daily, It was her time of solitude.

Every night at dusk, she would come out to the beach and think of him. She would close her eyes and imagine him returning to her. She so desparately wanted to see him. To hear his voice. Her soul yearned for him. For his love. It was like the oxygen in her blood keeping her alive.

She had written him so many times and yet, she had heard nothing. She wanted to be near him, just to know that he was safe.

Athena never loved anyone as much as she loved him. She dreamed about him nightly. She would find herself talking to him in her mind. She would have to stop herself, telling herself that she is crazy.

Now Athena looks out at the calm surf, and she tries to imagine what he is doing at this exact moment. Had he forgotten about her? Is she holding on to a ghost? She can’t take it anymore. She sometimes wishes she could join him
wherever he is.