He can't speak. He can't think. Hell, he can't even breathe. The pressure is just too much. He feels himself sinking, down to the bottom of the deep abyss. He thrashes about desperately yet can't seem to get his head to break the surface. The waves crash above him, forcing him down harder. Unable to hold his breath any longer, he finally gasps out, only to have the air replaced by an overwhelming amount of cold. It freezes his very core. He can see the light, yet its so far away. He doesn't have the strength. He doesn't have the determination. Not anymore. Slowly, he decreases his movement. He lets his body go limp. He feels all his worries press even harder and yet he can't seem to find it in him to care. The currents pull his body every way possible without any struggle. His skin turns from white to a ghostly blue. His ice blue eyes, once full of hope, full of love, start to fade into a lifeless shade of slate. Everything grows dark around him, the only sense left in him being the muffled sounds of his own inner workings. His heart slows drastically, his circulation slowly coming to a halt until it stops completely. His last thoughts raced throughout his head, replaying every major moment in his short life. His first day of school, first friend, first heartbreak. His family, his birthdays. "It seems almost poetic," he thinks to himself "that after all the candles I'd blown out, that my own was to be snuffed out in such a way..."
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