she whispered to the wind, tell this to him and the wind kindly carried the message on but as the message flew the meaning grew and suddenly it wasn’t what she said at all
the seagulls chattered imbuing their doubts and the flies buzzed to confuse at the heart they disrupted the path and soon her love sounded like wrath and the boy cowered at the news and told the wind to rush back to her and impart an equal bruise
at the return the girl cried with such ferocity the ocean couldn’t possibly contain it alas so she chose instead to turn them to glass
you can still find at shores her pass at gifting beautiful shards sharpened from a rotten set of cards