Heave (Ryden short story)

I would of never thought in a million years that he would strand me out to sea and pull me under the surface with him,suffocating gladly. I would of never thought that I would embrace it with arms open, saltwater filling my mouth so I could never scream. The waves strong and never easing up, trying to open my eyes but the salt stang like nothing I've ever experienced before when I tried to leave him. I could never get help. Never hope to lose something so immensely. It never occurred to me once that I would enjoy the suffocation, the decomposition of myself. It never occurred to me once that he would be my ultimate downfall, and that he would be sweeping up the pieces of what I had become and throwing them in the trash, continuing down his path without me. But the biggest thing that never occured to me? That when he did leave me in a rubble of myself, it would hurt so much.