It’s dark and cold. The water beneath you could hold mysteries. And it’s just the two of you, together, but all alone. You should be clinging to him, but you can’t.

Instead you think about the blackness that surrounds you and the harsh yellow light that sweeps out with the drunken laughter from within. You wish you could paint this moment, because in doing so you could eliminate the sounds from inside.

Sever that last remaining tie with reality and you’d lose yourself in a world of darkness and starry reflections, where there’s no such thing as right or wrong.