Somehow I had made my way to the pier. The clouds flew low and almost seemed to merge with the dense fog that had blanketed the waves. I sat in the car, unsure of what to do next. I knew this place; I've been there once before, but haven't been there since.
What are you doing here? I asked myself, this place will only make you feel worse. Stepping out of the car, I felt a gust of sticky, cold air brush my leg.
There was no one occupying the rickety, wooden dock except for a man walking his dog. As he turned away and began to leave, I cautiously stepped onto the floorboards with my heels. I unfastened the straps and sat down at the end of the dock, kicking my feet gently in the cold water.
Funny how the entire atmosphere of a once joyous place can be changed with a single event. I closed my eyes, reimagining the warmth of the spring breeze, the ringing of laughter, and the luminous smiles of those who no longer existed. I could almost feel the ghost of pure happiness latching itself onto me, refusing to let go.
I peered down at the water at my feet and strained to make out any signs of life, but it was too dark and murky to see anything. It had to be at least 30 feet down, if not more. I rocked backwards and forwards slowly. I wonder if I were to plunge into the deep abyss, how long before I ran out of air, before the water filled my lungs and I drifted out of consciousness...
The distance sound of a ship horn snapped me back to reality. I looked around, and still no one was there.
Well, that's enough thinking for one day. Time to head back to my jail cell.
