Whispers of Water

Daire let himself go.

The water around him embraced his mortal constrains in an unfamiliar fashion, covering every inch of his skin and more as it found home inside his lungs. The cold was no longer perceptible to him. All heat had left him by this point, abandoning him to the clutches of suffocating silence.

It was almost peaceful, he mused, his vision growing dark. The sunlight barely reached to caress his face. Daire felt no reaction from his body, his soul having long since forfeited its right to the warmth.

There was nothing but him and the deathly tranquil waters, plugging his ears with its hands and filling his eyes with the vision of peace.

Daire tiredly exhaled with no air, the rippling the action caused tearing through his gentle quiet. He frowned at the feeling. It was a disturbing thing, to know that even his final moments would not be free of his mistakes.

He quickly soothed himself with the promise of release, however. There was little point to his agitation when the end was so, so near.

He let his eyes fall shut for the final time.

Bubbling force desperately crawling for the water's surface was all he heard before Daire completely faded, becoming one with the tugging abyss.