He couldn’t reach her. He had tried before, the two orbiting, always orbiting. But for now, he would take what he could, felt blessed enough just to watch her. And as she whispered something to the crow, which then took flight across the skies to him, Enzo knew he was home. He felt the last parts of his soul glimmer, the river beckoning, and with a final sigh, he sank beneath the water.
