She waited, but her love never came. The promise was made - “I’ll wait for you” - not knowing the consequences it carried. The woman she loved had been struck down in battle, fighting for a cause she didn’t believe in. Now, the words that had been spoken could not, would not be broken. She let her grief carry her away in the hopes that she would perish. Her grief turned from a river to lake, from a lake to an ocean, from an ocean to a mouth. It consumed her, body and soul. Those who remained saw her waste away and tried to give her peace. Their efforts would not, could not help. She waited, but her love never came.