Drown

The pressure of the water only grew stronger around my body as I continued to sink. The shining sun of the surface became farther and farther away. I stopped fighting it and closed my eyes.

I was going to die. That was just a part of life. The end of mine.

While it was becoming weaker, I still felt the sun against my face. Reflecting off a million different waves. It was saying goodbye. And I was ready to let go.

I sunk deeper.

The ocean water was cool against my skin. Almost calmly like the smothering hug of a frost giant. It enveloped me. It accepted me in the way the human world never did.

I sunk deeper.

My eyes flicked open. Something touched my leg. Swiveling, I got a glance of it. A simple manta ray. With a flat, grey body a sharp tail, it gracefully passed me. Reminding me, this was his world, not mine.

My feet hit the sea floor.

Wet sand squished under my toes, squeezing itself between them. A few bubbles escaped my mouth. Seaweed, dancing to the beat of a current, caressed my calf. I glanced around, taking in the brillant shades of blue and green. Memorizing the coloful details of every tropical fish I saw.

My lungs burned like a wild fire, crazed by a desire for oxygen. But my body was chilled, calm, and soothed by the same current the seaweed was.

The ocean was drowning me, but not just me. It drowned my troubles. My problems. It drowned the stress of my insufferable debt. Of my failed marriage. It took it all away with the current. I never felt more free, than when I was surrounded by the deep sea's pressue.

I opened my mouth. Perhaps to say thank you. Water rushed in. It cooled my lungs and stopped the fire. Finally, I closed my eyes for the last time.