Standing where you know you'll fall is freeing in it's own way. This is a good-bye to my incredibly mixed emotions, my unbearably confused state, and my complicated existence.
Good-bye.
I left Brandon a note. I told him we couldn't be anything because it was too messed up. I'm beginning to think we were too messed up. He'll find it when he wakes up tomorrow, and wonder where I've gone. Without a body, I guess he'll never know.
Slipping off my faded leather jacket, I set it on the edge. One more note, to everyone else.
Don't come looking for me. Don't search for me, don't send out rescue teams. I don't know where I'm going, but I know I need to get there, someday. I may be back, but probably not. Thank you for letting me exist in this tiny town; I think it's time I moved on. Have a nice journey, I hope we meet again.
Vague, I know. But it will suffice, none the less. Stepping forward, I know to expect the lack of ground under my feet. I know the water will be cold, but that if I keep swimming it won't seem so bad.
So I swim, far enough that I can't hear the town waking up, far enough that the land disappears from sight and everything that happened there seems like a distant memory. The water washes it away.
I know that I can't keep swimming forever, but if I close my eyes, drowning seems the same as floating. And in the end, there doesn't seem to be much difference.
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