Car under water

Thoughts from a dead man

No one will ever know that I'm down here. I didn't write it in the note I left for you, on your windowsill that late night in August. The windows are still intact and I can see the fishes circulating around the red Nissan MICRA that I'm in. Sometimes starfishes travel across the windows and I watch them with a close eye, they are a rare sight though.

It doesn't matter that you left and abandoned me, what hurts is that I would still die for you. We would have the perfect couple, an emo kid and the school's babe holding hands, but I wasn't enough for you. I became a burden quite fast, even though I did everything for you, it wasn't enough. You always wanted more out of me. You can't pull me up from here so at least now we are both in peace. Or at least I hope you are. I don't know if I am yet, I don't know what I feel either, I'm dead so maybe that's why.
They never tell you how lonely death can be, maybe that's why people commit suicide together in some countries, so they have someone to talk to. At least I have the radio, yes it still works in some mysterious way.

I hope you've watched the news, they are true you know. I knew the note wouldn't be enough so I sent one to my parents as well. They must be devastated, but they can't pull me out of here either. I miss them the most and our dog Nemo. She used to wake me up in the mornings, she was my personal alarm clock. You used to love taking walks with her, do you remember? I think she loved you just as much as I did and I think you loved her more than you loved me, because you always asked about her but never about me. I kind of miss our walks together with Nemo, especially during spring. When the wind took a hold of your hair and made it flow so beautifully in it. How yours eyes squinted when the sun got too intense. Those times are long gone and there's no way to turn back the time.

I really wish you had given me a chance to prove myself to you, but down here  I'm all alone, all alone on a almost pitch black ocean floor. Can you ever forgive for not doing more? Can you forgive me for giving up?

"Yes"

Who said that? Oh wait, someone is knocking on the window. Shit, it's you.