| Blood claimed Ben’s white t-shirt. Heavily and slowly, deep red spread throughout every fiber of it. Bewildered and stuck in my position, I cried out to him in my mind, my heart. I tried to breathe. Struggled to find his name with my tongue…finally I inhaled and reached for him, “Ben!” He stumbled back and tipped over the edge of the boat, into the danger of the deep blue sea. A single tear dribbled down my cheek. The black of night woefully whispered the sorrows of his death. And I, I did… |
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