I Took the Fall, He Took His Life
The sea below was a violent surge of waves, dark and bottomless.
I turned one last time to look at the chaotic crowd, almost imagining Timoteo rushing toward me.
He taught me how to shoot, how to kill, and how to be ruthless, but he never taught me how to stop loving him or forgive myself.
I released my grip on the rocks and let my body fall backward into the tumultuous sea below.
The moment the water engulfed me, the world grew quiet.
This was for the best.
From this moment on, we owed each other nothing.