text: Bill was engulfed in love.
  
  Pure, white, eternal.
  
  Cynthia was next to him, apart of him, their emotions and feelings merging together, their love mirroring back and forth between them. Bill dived into the depths of Cynthia's warmth, bathing in her emotions, luxuriating in a sea of bliss. He washed himself clean of the muck of Hell, and let the love pour in to try and mend the guilt in his heart.
  
  He let himself drift in her love, forgetting everything but her. Time had lost all its meaning in the sea of love.
  
  More warmth flooded him, more love washed through him. Different than Cynthia's, reminding Bill of the other amazing women in his life. Rochelle and Juanita and Hikaru added their beauty to the pool and delight sang in Bill's soul. They called to him, pulling him in a new direction. He seized Cynthia, or maybe she seized him, and they swam to those new sources of beauty.