Water, which is the symbol of life and which makes up most of our bodies, can save us in a scorching desert, but it can destroy us, make us breathless, drown us. Everything that exists in this world, or in any other world that we still don't know, has two tenuous faces to each other, from the most basic molecules to the most complex equipment. Give the atomic bomb oxygen. Everything can be for good and for bad. And it can also be relative, for the good of some and the bad of others, depending on your point of view.
But what determines how the source of life will be used for death is movement within an endless law of action and reaction. Everything we do wrong invariably backfires one day. But notice that the subject “we” is the representation of a completely interdependent collectivity and even if you act as correctly as possible, according to the precepts of your conscience, the action of another person can backfire. Or the combined action of people. Or inaction.
So, looking into my eyes, which have already won over many people, someone could see that the color that reflects hope no longer expects anything from life.
Desolate, with no tears on my face, hunger mingling with thirst and the desire to no longer exist, trying to stop feeling anything, I walked the streets aimlessly, not knowing why or where to go.
I came across an ambulance and many rescuers bringing a dead person from inside a huge building. Due to the movement of employees, it was someone important. I felt a strange sensation as if that life existed slipping away in front of me and even after so many recent losses before, it touched me. I don't know if it was the realization that even the money, fame or willpower of loved ones could not prevent death.
A young man accompanied that gentleman and I could see that the relative seemed to be between father and son. Before they got into the ambulance I noticed something that impressed me even more: that boy's gaze met mine, full of tears, lost, but it wasn't like mine. I felt lost in the sense that I didn't want to go any more, but he desperately wanted to go, he just didn't know where. I asked God, if he really existed, to accompany them, because if he hadn't saved me, who knows...
For me there was no way out. The only sure way is the sea! The same sea that took me away, that boat accident, my parents, brothers, husband and children and that spat me alive on the sand, completely alone, with no one else to count on, for whom to stay here. This sea, this time, will have to take me.
With every step I take deeper into the water, feeling the waves pushing me against my decision, or the tide pulling me in, it was as if my love's hands were touching my body, crawling up my legs, gripping me, possessing me. little by little, with love, but in such an intense way.
How I miss him, how I miss the way he looked at me, how to answer me, smile with his smile, how he gave me peace with his chest welcoming me and how he took me off the axis with the way he wanted me.
Remembering it, I don't even feel the coldness of the water, nor do I notice it reaching my neck, the waves already breaking above my height and I starting to choke on the water.
I remember my children playing in the sand, running around us... the real happiness was the joy and purity in their eyes.
I swallow more water and turn it off for a few moments, I can't tell how much, when I regain consciousness, I hear screams, people wanting to save me, I try to sink deeper, go further, but I don't have the strength for anything anymore, I just want to die soon, before I someone manage to avoid my intentions.
And finally, I don't feel anything anymore, not the cold waters, not the sound of people, nothing, everything turned to darkness.
It's the end!
