Playing With Knives- LoZ

scene 76- swim

His story was sad. It kind of explained why he was like this. Only a little, though.

It didn't explain what he was doing currently, though. Not really.
He was sitting at the table, looking off into space and not doing anything. He was just looking at nothing. For a really long time.

Then, out of nowhere, he put his head on the table face-down and stretched his arms out beside him on the table.
He sighed loudly, causing Twilight and a couple others to look over at him.
"Is everything alright?"
He nodded, not saying anything.
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I guess I'm just tired."

"Okay. If you say so." Then, in a quieter voice, Twilight said,
"You've been awfully quiet since you told us your story. Is there something you want to tell me?"
He sat up and looked at his hands, which were now on his lap.
"No, not really. I just don't feel like doing anything, you know?"
He looked up at Twilight, who nodded.
"Yeah, I get you mean."

He put his chin in his hands and sighed.
"I feel kind of different."
"Well, that's good."
"If you think that feeling like you're only watching yourself, then sure."
"Watching yourself? What do you mean by that?"
"I feel like I'm someone else. Like the memories. I don't mean that I feel like I've changed. I feel like I'm literally in a different body. An outsider looking in. Just... watching myself do stuff. And when I don't want to do anything, it gets awfully boring."

He was descriptive when he wanted to be. It was different from what he was usually like. His voice was also more monotone than usual. And a little deeper. Not like his natural voice. Like he was tired, or like he had just woken up.
But it lacked that tired attitude. There was no attitude or feeling in it. Not even boredom. Just emptiness and neutrality. Emotionless.
It was a little unnerving to hear him talk so much, and with that nonexistent tone.
And to add to that, there was no touch of the usual sarcasm. Or his annoyed comments. Or anything, really.

It was odd to notice so many things that you wouldn't normally notice. Especially when it seemed like they weren't there before. The lack of these things brought more attention to them.

"It seems like I've lost the ability to feel emotion. Except... well, you know what I'm going to say. I don't need to tell you."
Twilight only nodded.
"I can kind of tell."
"What do you mean?"
"Your voice."
"Oh. That makes sense."

He sighed.
"There's a river nearby. Let's go fish," Twilight suggested, standing up.
"Nah. I'm good."
"Oh. Okay."
Twilight sat back down.

Hearing the disappointment in his voice, he stood up.
"You know what, let's go do that. I need something to do."
Twilight smiled and stood up again.
"Okay."

Twilight went and got his fishing rod and walked with Wild to the river. He sat on the shore while Wild went to take his shirt off. He paused mid-way, then he quickly pulled the shirt off. He took his pants off and ran into the water and dove in.

As soon as he was completely submerged in the water, it felt as if his chest was being squeezed. It wasn't just that he couldn't breath. That was normal, being underwater and all. No, he felt a pain in the left side of his chest.

He started to panic. That and being underwater is a bad combination. He tried to stand up, but there was nothing under his feet. In fact, there was nothing around him but empty water. He hadn't realized how deep the river was.

He started trying to swim up, but then he realized that he didn't know which way was up. He forced his eyes open and blinked a few times to get used to the feeling. He hated it.
He looked up. Turned out that "up" was actually down, since he saw sand.

He started to swim to the surface, but he had a sudden thought.
What if he didn't go up?
What if he stayed underwater and drowned?

What if-
No. He had to go back up. What would Twilight think if he died right after he poured his heart out like that? He'd probably be extremely upset.

He started swimming up. His head broke the surface and he took a deep breath. It felt good.
But the pain in his chest was still there.

He swam to the shore. Well, he almost got there. Just before he got to a spot where he could stand, the invisible grip on his chest tightened, and he couldn't breath at all. He couldn't swim. He could barely move. It hurt too much.
He would call for help, but he couldn't speak, or make any noise.

He sunk under the water. So this was how he'd die.

       ○                          He'd die
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           ○                like this
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       ○                        How pitiful
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   ○                   How stupid
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     ○                              He couldn't even
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  ○                 swim right
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        ○                   breathe right
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  ○                                     live right
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    ○                   Couldn't
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  ○                                 even
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            ○              survive
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     ○                                 himself
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