We were on opposing coasts.

A roaring current separated us.

You were far enough away that I
couldn't see what you were doing,
Obscured by the mist as you were,
But close enough that I could see
you were doing something.

I didn't know what it was,
but then your arrow
struck me in the chest.

And so I bled.

I was first overcome with confusion,
then anger,
then sadness,
but eventually I understood.

When you were so far away,
this was the only way
you could touch me.

I would survive this,
and I would heal.

I cannot hear you,
but if you are apologizing
for hurting me,
you are forgiven.

After all, my dear...

I can shoot arrows too.