It is said by the elders that when the wind blows, somewhere in the world someone will die soon. And the wind was blowing hard as Devon stood on a cliff, overlooking the sea crashing against the cliff.

Fortunately for him, Devon did not believe in omens.

“So you’re doing it, then.” Behind him, Devon’s friend Cat sat on a boulder, watching his best friend prepare for his plunge.

“Yes.”

“You realize you’re basically committing suicide? No one’s ever surfaced from the depths. They say the water kills you.”

“Rubbish. I’ve drank water before and when I’m in the shower, nothing happens. Water keeps up alive, dude. I’ll be the first to live, because everyone else died of fear. I am not afraid.”

“Only someone who is ignorant to their position or is overly optimistic of themselves would not be afraid in this situation,” murmured Cat. But there was no swaying Devon. Once that kid had made his mind up, he wouldn’t stop… even if his friend said all who tried had never seen victory.

Devon prepared to jump. Cat looked away. Devon leaped over the edge.

Devon fell through the air and hit the water. He sank down, smiling as bubbles erupted from his mouth. He tried to breath, but it felt like the water was… not breathable. _No, _he thought. _No no no. _He tried to get back up to the surface but the depths pulled him down. He vanished into the dark, writhing as he went. He saw the surface shimmering so far away. He struggled. Darkness clouded his eyes. He felt relaxed suddenly. He stopped trying. It really was peaceful, he supposed. He went limp and all went black as he sank to join the other skeletons.

High up above, Cat realized his friend was gone. Overtaken with grief, he slumped on the grass. He recalled his words from earlier. _“Suicide…”_

_ _The wind blew. Cat jumped. He vanished into the depths.