The swell inched her further away, another half metre.
“They’re coming back,” I whispered.
She closed her eyes. “No…” Her voice rippled across time, right back to the beginning.
I kicked towards her, tried to reach out. Another swell broke us apart.
She looked at me; peaceful, intelligent, like a whale telling a story with its eyes: you know. Yes. I know you want to go, into this blue, your favourite colour. But please try… stay!
“Bye my love…”
As she dipped beneath the surface, she left not a trace of who she was, of ever being there with me.
Another 100-word short story from the prompt at Julia's Place: http://jfb57.wordpress.com/ Check out other efforts on the website. This week we had to include 'beneath the surface'.