him her

.

Now, the old man was never fond of the water.

but, nothing could compare to the feeling of the H2o enveloping him, as though all his lost loved ones were the hands of the waves, dragging him under, carrassing him.

and the salty water in his lungs, were like the begs of their welcomings.

"come to us" it'd scream.

"you're better now."

"you're with us."

or he'd imagine that's what they'd be saying.

"we're here." it'd say, and the scariest part?

he wasn't scared. He was begging for it to be over, and lord have mercy, it was.

It was ending, his life, or what was left of it. And he couldn't be ever more grateful.

fight the waves! his mind would scream, but his body rather did otherwise.

it sunk, grasping mouthfuls of what only he could hope was air.

but it wasnt.

It was the water, that was deafing his screams.

No one would look for him. No one would care.

And it was perfect. It couldn't be more perfect.

Let it begin!he screamed, but was only met with another mouthful of water.

he breathed in, and finally, the lights went out, and not even the shining moon could fathom the darkness of what was now behind his eyes.

His cold, dead eyes.

''xavier.'' he'd said.