Between Us

*roll of gunshots* A few armed men surround the shore pointing their guns at a young female whose face was half covered with a Bohemian scarf. The woman had her gun aiming at them, when he appeared. The sky roared with anger, thunder clasped in the further skies. The young captain and the female don looked into each other. The hollow space in their hearts felt complete. Their eyes shot questions at each other. It was clearly evident they knew each other. 'Is it her? ls it really her?' they whispered. 'She still wears her black kohl. And even today her eyes, her look, makes my heart skip a beat. How does she do this? How does she-- 'He hasn't changed a bit. That same perfume. That same watch. And that look. How does he manage to captivate my soul every time? How does he-.' Both reposition their guns and aims at their target and* gunshots*.