The water lapped up at my feet as I stood there. Tears fell mixing into the surf. My mom told me once that the ocean was filled with the tears of the world. If it ever got to be too much, I could just cry and let my tears join the others. The ocean would take my sorrow, it would mix it with all the rest and give me peace. Once upon a time I believed her. Once upon a time she was still here.
I stepped into the water. Small steps at first, then bounding forward until I couldn't stand, so I swam. I could feel the desperation pulling me deeper. I just wanted to be gone. I just wanted to feel. When my arms and legs hurt from pushing so hard, I stopped and looked up. The stars sparkled in the sky, and the moon. The moon that watched everything. The moon that felt nothing. I laid on my back floating, watching the moon, feeling the waves lift and lower me.
I dove, pushing myself down to the sea bed. I could see the moon rays cutting the darkness of the sea as I pushed deeper, the light shining into the depths. The water burned my eyes, but I wouldn't shut them. I swam with everything I could muster, every thought guiding me and the moon began to grow dim. My lungs screamed for air and I stopped. I rolled to face the surface, the moon looked so small in the dark sea. I opened my mouth and watched the bubbles float towards the sky and I dropped deeper. My body fought me, wanting desperately to thrash though the water to the surface. Wanting to gulp in air. I gulped in water. Just a little longer I thought. It will all be over then. I gulped in the water, it burned my lungs like fire. My vision began to blur around the edges.
It's beautiful, I thought, like a work of art. My mind was fading, and I could see my arms moving, pushing me to the surface. It was too late though. I let out a silent breath, and it all went dark.
