As I walked, I looked down at my feet. In the dark, stormy night, I could barely see their outline as they slapped against the cobblestoned bridge, one after the other. It was only when I had reached the middle of the bridge, that I looked up, and the moon came out from behind it’s clouded veil at that very moment, as if it had been waiting for me to look up. The wind blew softly, pushing back my hair, flapping my coat against my knees. Pulling it tighter around me, I looked to the sky, at the stars, for one last time, ingraining the image in my mind; it was a beautiful night. With a sigh, I looked down at the water before my thoughts took a darker turn, no, I would not spend my last moments worrying about you.
The water churned and swirled in the dark, as if it were alive and if I closed my eyes I could almost feel it’s hunger, it’s beckoning. Taking a deep breath, I finally stopped struggling to keep out thoughts of you, allowing them to flood me just as I let loose my weight, leaning and then toppling over the bridge, into the waters below. It truly felt as if time had ceased to exist; by the time I had splashed into the water, it felt as if an eternity had passed contemplating the shape of your eyes, your crooked smile, and the way your eyes would squint in the sunlight. The water was cool and welcoming, it’s gentle lulls soothing me as it caressed my face, gently tugging at my ankles, taking me downwards slowly as I let it. I breathed in the water, feeling strangely calm, as my body reacted to it; my lungs burnt and a hacking cough rose in my chest as they tried to expel the foreign liquid, only to result in swallowing more water. I smiled at the irony, at the chaos and the calm, and thought about you some more; your laugh and the look on your face when you were in deep thought. My vision had become spotted now, and was rapidly turning to black, I could feel my body giving up slowly and suddenly, I felt tired, so tired, my body had struggled too much. I was about to close my eyes, when I saw you reaching out in the water above me, hands trying to grasp onto me, to pull me out, but I just smiled, and though I’ll never know what you interpreted my smile as, I smiled because I had finally found peace, I knew that it was too late, that try as you might, you’d never reach me in time. My vision had completely blackened over now, and I thought of how the water takes back what belongs to it; born at sea, my life had ended in the liquid of life too. I could sense it, I was going, and right before I lost myself, I saw the night sky again and thought that it was truly a beautiful night, a beautiful night to die.