Ocean // BTS

XIV

The first. Those are the first words that have come out of his pale, blue lips since before the accident.

My breath is being held. Nothing else exists, nothing else matters. I wait for him to continue but he doesn't. His mouth closes, and with it the light from the surface of the water fades.

I take a step back.

So much for hope.

I'd always believed in hope.

But I'd been hoping to be rescued from the waters of grief for a week. I could keep going.

So I take a step back and let it happen. I let myself keep hoping and I let the nurses around me keep hoping and I try to give them my hope so they can use it to try the last thing they can.

If he dies, so will I. The grief will take me. If he drowns, I will be dragged to the bottom of the ocean with him. And that's okay

I walk out the door. This is the first time I've left in a while. But that's because this time, I hope.

Isn't it funny. The human species never hope when they can. And as soon as they don't have a reason to, they do.

His brother comes up to me. He has crystal droplets of water trailing down his cheek. I think he's running to his room, but he stops in front of me. Hands me a piece of paper he found. No words are said as I take it and unfold it. It's his handwriting.

A voice from behind us shakes. "I'm sorry."

Hope, or no hope.

I'm stuck with the latter.

I'm sorry.

He's been dragged to the bottom. This is it. 

Except the note. I look at the note. It will tell me where to find hope, won't it?

I love you. You're my treasure.

Yes. I'm his treasure. 

I'm his treasure that's finally been dragged with him to the bottom of the ocean.