294. When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

Save me. But the words don't come out. Struggling to breath. Every second, a waste. A nauseating, worthless tick of time. And is that she, the beautiful one to come and save him? No, it isn't. He was a betrayer. A Betrayer of Love, a Betrayer of Respect. He betrayed her and now he will have to bid her every will. Does she save him? Draw away his water filled lungs? Give him more breath? Give him Life? No, she slips into the murky water, and shoves his head down along with hers, tangle his breath in her hair, gripped his arms so had till blood had begun to show. His face, his perfectly symmetrical face that often seemed carved of stone, turned from red, to white, to blue. As bubbles rose to kiss the nights cool glow, 2 dead bodies drown, beaneath the wide open sea. One of love, and the other of betrayal.