Seaing life.

He could now understand the beaching of the whales. Why would an intelligent being of the seas would seek land and crash ashore, claiming the only possibility of death? Even though he doesn’t have an answer, he could understand the pain that would cause it. Same as he has this urge to drown in this sea.

As he discovered the depths of the ocean, the cloak of the water above blocked even the little ray of hope from getting to him, plunging him slowly into darkness. The salty water rushed into his lungs and started engulfing the life from within. He just wanted to feel something. The numbness of the real world had overtook his senses and transformed him into one in the flock, putting him in a queue to slow death. He couldn’t take it anymore, he just wanted to feel a little bit of anything, to feel alive. Even if it was pain, he was fine with it. But this amount of pain, he was not ready for it. There were no regrets though, it was his decision.

It got too dark to see himself as he sank into the bottom. He needed to see himself to make sure he’s still there and not dissolved into the darkness around. He wasn’t even quite sure of his physical presence and wondered if he was dead already in the waters. Just to make sure he took the only source of light he had, his burning heart, in his own hands, carving his body. He held his fiery red heart out in his hands with the remote hope of dispersing the darkness around. But the water seeped into it, putting the flame out tardily. He watched his heart slowly pump in and pump out the saline water through the arteries and veins. As the water consumed every space within him the last pocket of air left his body and along with it escaped a bit of his burning heart, like a red spark. The tiny bubble traveled up and surfaced and popped as it saw the sky. And at that instant, a moment between life and death, he disappeared without a trace.

The ocean was left unperturbed.