Andrew thought the cabin would be a great place to write.
He was always alone, but here he was moreso.
Half a chapter, half a bottle, and half the night were done.
He sat on the end of the dock with his feet dangling over the water.
Remember when she jumped in?
I’m not sure if she wanted you to save her or let her drown.
That doesn’t matter anymore, let it go, she isn't here to defend herself, let her go.
Drowning doesn't sound that bad. Once you accept your fate I'm sure you just fade away.
Life is like that too.
The thing about picking up the pieces is that you never put them back just right.
Something is always in the wrong place, a piece is always missing.
If you're lucky you get close enough, if you're smart you build something new out of what you have.
Andrew was neither. Andrew was broken, Andrew was a fraud, Andrew was drunk, Andrew was tired.
Once his whole head was under the water something kicked in, maybe shock from the cold, maybe survival instinct, maybe drowning was harder than he thought.
He pulled himself back up onto the dock, he should go inside, he was freezing.
He couldn’t yet.
Looking into that water, it was as black as the sky.
“Sorry” He said to her.
What could he have done to save her?
Nothing, of course. He would never accept that.
“Okay” He said to me, going inside to finish what he started.