They float down the river together, he speaks in whispers and uses a soft touch as to not set the bird in flight. He feared her freedom and her wild mind.

He wrapped her around his ankles creating a weight of which you cannot forget. Soldered together, bent, fragile but unbroken. The fall approaches, rushing down into a bubble, the bird tries to flee but he's quicker.

He pushes her down first, they fell together.
He held her while she tried to pry herself from him, winding and screaming while his grip tightened on her waist.
They plummet faster than any bird should, she could take off, stay high, never looking back,  but he won't let go.

They plunge deep in a swirl, whirling together. She reaches for the surface but he holds her down, drowning her with his own hands.
She begins to tire and is unable to fight her wings wither away and she begins to breath.

Engulfed, her lungs fill with a new oxygen, her body begins to sway with the waves. Her skin cools and she is able to see.
It is when her body stops resisting that he sits beside her. She holds him  with her new love. She has never fallen only flown, never known depth only the sky.

The sea is new to the bird but the fish is glad to find her home.