'Watch me drown,' she whispered, her words skipping over the water. Her fingers trembled, aching with the cold. Her heart sank further and her legs grew tired with each kick as she struggled to stay afloat. 'Watch me drown, until the bubbles stop.,
'I promise,' he gripped her finger tips, his breath warming her face as he crouched above her on the wet floor. His heart was breaking for her, because of her, without her. 'To the end.'
And as if those words were her undoing, she sobbed painfully, pathetically and went under.
He watched her drown. He watched her drown till every ripple and ever bubble had ceased to a deafening silence. He left before her body floated back up.
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Unturned stones
SonstigesI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
