YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.
Filling my lungs with a deep breath, I jumped into the river, but then, something good happened at the wrong time.
Halfway down, I heard a voice; it was Felix, reaching out, screaming my name, and running towards me. Our eyes met, and I wanted to hang on, but it was too late.
I dropped into the water, the impact jolting me. The river's surface closed over my head, and I felt the cool liquid envelop me. As I sank, the world above grew distant, muffled sounds and fading light. The water's grip was firm, pulling me down. I struggled for a while, my movements slow and labored, but then I thought, “Is this new life without Felix really worth living? If I get saved, then what? What happens next? I
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