I let her sink under the waves, a warm tear racing down my cheek. I wipe it away with wet hands and watch her face blur and fade as it drifts a mile down in the water, weights tied to her delicate ankles.

I didn’t mean to kill her, I wanted her gone, of course. But now that her life is gone from this world, I question my actions when her life was in my hands.

“Farewell, my almost lover,” I whisper into the murk, for I know I will never see her again— not in this life.