A river lost to the sea.

Monotone.  It was the heartless rhythm that held him there as he shivered with discontent.  In this endless sea of darkness, he was a void and alone.  Nearby, the faint rapping of the pendulum drove his thoughts on.

~“Is there something wrong dear?” whispered her voice mechanically.~

He frowned at this interlude in his thoughts.  Not tonight.

The faint sound of a struggle arose. In the neighboring house, he watched as the china shattered against the Ash floor.  The silhouette of a woman laid bare against the moonlight drew itself softly in the darkness as he looked to the other houses enshrouded by darkness.  They were as quiet as he was.

His flesh beat against hers, the promise of their moment met with lips and eyes, as her hands tore along his skin.  His eyes were bound. She cried. 

~“Why are you crying,” he whispered, “what is it now?”
Her lips pursed with words, but would not flow.  She turned away, refusing the pleading in his eyes.~

The oak trembled, as the walls gaped.  He clutched her shoulder and she his arm.  His eyes were bound, he could not escape.  They could not stop.

~ She threw the papers in his face.  The car, the house, he didn’t care for any of it anymore.  He sighed,~

…and closed his eyes before the lovers could part.