they care more when you're dead, they say.
the idea that the artwork is worth more when the artist is dead has always bothered me.
lying in a coffin,
no soul
just your body, lying lifelessly in a wooden box for the end of eternity.
surrounded by the people who could never really give him the time of day
right now, everyone loves him.
i loved him for years before though.
i mean, he was my brother after all.
it was sudden really,
a regular day at the aquarium, nothing unusual.
the sun was shining and the birds above were singing their lovely little song, not realising what tragedy today would hold.
we walked down the path that lead the exhibit, sharks. great whites of course.
something didn't feel right, i knew something was off.
the whole day i felt this weight upon my shoulders,
"maybe we should go home, we've already seen most of the stuff they have to show here anyway." i mumbled to no one specifically.
"cmonnn just one more, it'll be fun" eric spoke
i nodded, i just wanted to go home.
we stood at the edge of the tank before us, looking over at the sharks that beneath us.
eric pressed himself against the railing to get a closer look. he was so close.
too close
too close
too close
too close
splash.
a simple splash had never sounded more morbid before that moment. i ran down the steps as fast and my legs would take me, i may have missed a few steps. who knows.
too late
too late
too late
it's too fucking late.
i got down and looked in the tank and the body of my friend, my brother.
he'd given up hope. he knew there was no chance that he'd make it out of that tank alive.
he smiled at me softly and nodded, pressing his hand against the glass.
i pressed mine against his, a sob breaks from my chest, a heavy one.
watching the life leave his eyes was excruciating.
watching the paramedics perform CPR on his cold body made me feel helpless, useless.
there was nothing i could do.
