He didn't fight the current. He couldn't. It would be no use, even as he heard her screams from the bank. He closed his eyes, allowing his body to go limp. There was no saving him. She would mourn, and grieve, but she would move on. He supposed that he had a sinking suspicion from the instant he stepped into the water that he would not be returning to the shore. But that couldn't matter now. He would allow the currents to pull him out to the sea. He would die dignified, no pathetic struggling against the will of nature.468Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrwySoiZVd
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