I could leave him. I could leave him and be done with this. Because no one but him could catch me, no one but him could find me again once I disappear. This is my escape. This is my freedom. This is wrong. I pull at my hair, my frustration taking a physical form. If I save him, I may be damning myself. And yet, that is exactly what he did. Saving me has him sinking to his death. I shake my head at my reflection in the murky water. And then I dive into it.
