Rose
She sank below the stillness of the ocean. Bubbles rose to the surface as she let go of her last breath. I could still see her red hair as it followed her on her descent into the unknown. I wondered if the darkness frightened her, or if she had closed her eyes. It’s strange how comforting the darkness behind our eyelids is. It’s as if we’re the only ones in the world; it’s a shield to protect us from everything we fear. I still don’t know why I didn't stop her. She had told me that she would come back--albeit in a different body--and not to worry. Not to miss her. Rose was my love, but I could not stand seeing her this way-weak, hopeless, helpless. Yet, I could not help but hope she would change her mind and come back. But the bubbles had already stopped coming up and I knew she would not.