She stood by the lake,

her eyes out of focus and her cheeks stained blue.

Her knuckles turned white around the handle of her parasol, 

as a boat approached.

A boy, who held her other hand looked up at her.

“Is it time, yet?”

“In my eyes, never,” she responded.

The hooded figure in the boat regarded the lady,

“It isn’t up to us.”

The Lady stole one more glance at the boy and her heart betrayed her.

“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

The boy became transparent, his hand no longer in hers.

A breeze came and went, and with it, the boy and the boat.

In the distance, a stone could be found overseeing the lake, where the Lady stood, never straying her eyes from the lake.