A wave of electricity ran through my heart, pain exhilarating my body. It all became completely overwhelming, the betrayal, the gun wound, and the fall. Hands gripped tightly to me, and I couldn't help but wonder if he regretted his decision on the murder/suicide. How could he do this to me? I thought he was my friend. Was I not clear on my feelings for him? Or does he simply just don't care. Perhaps he acted on just a moments thought. Perhaps he was just afraid of wanting this. This world I wanted for him. Perhaps he was afraid of himself, and his own reactions to me. I could feel him holding on so tight. Was it because he needed me? Did he realize he loved me too and felt regret for what he had just done? Or was he just afraid of his own mortality and needed to be held. Either way, I can't help myself. I tighten my embrace, and nuzzle my nose into his dark curly hair. I am not sure if we will make it, and judging by the cruel raging water, and our already wounded bodies and blood loss, it didn't look good. I just wanted to comfort him. I wanted him to not be afraid anymore. If I had a knife, I could have ended him there, and saved him the pain of the landing; and if that didn't kill him on impact, then I would have saved him from the pain of drowning. But it was just a dream. He would die along with me. Slow and painful from the anticipation.

I could feel the water close now. He cries into my neck, his grip becomes tighter. I bend my head down, doing my best to position myself to take most of the impact. Perhaps he didn't have to die. Maybe I could save him. And there it was. It hit me like a million slaps to my back. My thoughts empty, and my body still as we floated down into the darkness of the water. I had lost a few seconds, the beating of my heart taking a rest, and I lost my breath for a moment. Head and back now aching, I urged myself to stay awake. I couldn't open my eyes however. I would have been killed instantly, if I hadn't hit the water just right; my head ducked into my chest, my back getting most of the impact. My chest quivered, and I forced myself to open my eyes as I began to lose the world around me. I felt William, still in my arms, clinching on for dear life. Was he doing it to comfort me, or because he himself was still so afraid? Did he have enough air? I hadn't noticed if he had taken a breath when we hit. I begin to swim up, forcing my legs to work as the cold water numbed my body.

I needed air. I was almost gone. I could see the light of the moon glistening above the water, but it was still so far. Then I felt hands on either side of my face, pulling me in close, and our lips touched. I breathed him in and the pain in my chest ceased just a little. I wrapped my arms around him and continued to swim up, the water doing it's best to push us around. We were nearly there, William kicking his legs with mine. I could feel him losing control. I was in no better condition, and I gripped his waist, then pushed him higher. I fell deeper into the water and he floated to the surface where he burst from the water and took in a deep breath. I could hear him, muffled as i was, yelling my name, and I watch him as my world became black.
I thought it was the end of me, and to tell you the truth, I didn't mind. I was quite fond of myself, but I was more fond of William. More curious I became of him, but I had no more in me. Then, I was just able to feel arms wrapping around me, pulling me up, and soon enough, the wind blew kisses on my face. I shivered but still couldn't come too.

Something hard hit my chest, and I coughed, spitting up water. I opened my eyes, now sore and weary, and I found William, his hand in a fist, his other holding me up. My throat burned, my lungs heaving heavily. I grabbed his hand and turned towards the shore. It was rather far, but together, I knew we could make it. So we swam against the angry sea, as tired and cold as we both were, refusing to give up. I finally saw the shore line, and turned to look at Will, who had fallen far behind. He shivered, moving rather slow, his eyes strained, and his full lips, usually a luscious pink as they are, were now blue, his teeth chattering hard. I swam to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, and helped him to swim. He was reluctant at first, then was glad of it, though he tried to keep it discrete.
When we reached the shore, I dragged him out of the water and we fell together into the sand. I turned to my side, and stared at him. William stayed on his stomach, and turned his face to me, his face, even pale as it was from the cold, was becoming pink from embarrassment. I knew, he needed his alone time to think, so I urged myself to stand and I began to walk away. I listened for him, urging silently for him to fallow, and for several minutes, I was let down. However, soon enough, I heard him get to his feet, and he walked to me. I turned to face him and he stopped just a foot away. He looked terribly uncomfortable, and I brought a hand up, but my knees gave out and I collapsed. William, being who he was, a little too caring, attempting to catch me, but I brought him down with. So there we were, on our knees, staring at each other. It was so cold.

He looked at me and smiled sheepishly. "What a day right." he stated.
I couldn't help but to laugh. I sat back on my rear and chuckled to myself. Will took in a deep breath and sat next to me, and he looked up at the starry night. I on the other hand set my eyes on his face. Remembering each curve, reading his expression. His hair stuck to his skin, blue eyes glistened gray under the star light. His eyes were always so beautiful, changing from blues to greens, thought naturally being like the Labradorite stones, blue with brown patches. I jumped as he began to speak "Makes you feel quite small doesn't it?" he said softly.

"I looked up upon the burning balls of gas, bursting through the universe, hazardous, but beautiful, filling the night sky. The sky was open and clear that night. "May I ask you something?" I asked him.

"I suppose." was his replay, but it was clear he was unsure./p

"What would be more unsettling to you? Having others out there, or being completely alone?"

I could see him from the corner of my eye, turning to face me with a look of query. I in return looked at him in wonder, curious at what he was thinking. Did he understand the question?

"Being completely alone." he finally said after a long pause. "What do you think?"

"I think. . . "I began as I looked back up, "That you are right."

"William shivered and I turned my attention back to him.

"What do you suppose we should do then?" he asked me.

"What would you like to do?" I asked him.

"Well, I would like a shower and a change of cloths."

"Well, Will. We can walk back, you can shower and change, and I will be on my way."

"On your way? Where?" he looked at me with more concern than curiousness. Or perhaps that is what I wanted to see.

"I am not sure yet. I know I can not stay though."

"Yeah." he laughed, which surprised me a bit.

"What is so funny?" I asked him quizzically.

"I think we need to take off as soon as we can."

"We?" I asked him, my heart fluttering.

He forced himself to smile and looked away from me. "Yeah. One, I don't think my mental stability is in strong enough condition for 'society standards'. And two, I just don't think I will be able to get away with this one."

"You could. Just say the word and I will turn myself in. Blame everything on me."

"Will looked at me dumbfounded. "What?"

"I will stay, if you want me to. You can go back to your normal life. Before I came in and ruined it."

William smiled and shook his head. "I wish I understood you."

"I love you. What is there to understand?"

"That's true. Come on." William stood, then reached a hand for me. "I am fucking freezing. Let's hurry up before we die f cold and exhaustion."

I took his hand and said "So we are in this together then?"

"Yeah. I don't see why not. I mean after we all have been through together, we might as well. I've changed too much to go back and pretend I haven't. And by together I don't mean in a relationship. Just together. Friends."

"I am sorry for that."

"Me to." He began to walk and I fallowed him.

"So, all of the world to see. Where would you like to go?"

"I can choose?" asked William with a smile and raised brow.

"Of course. It is the least I can do."

"Well, where haven't you gone?"

"I have gone to a great many places, but I still have not been to many."

"How about Peru."

"Now that would be nice. Peru I hear is a wonderful place. All the better since neither of us has been. It will be an adventure for both of us."

"Sounds good." said William, and much to my surprise, he took my by the waist as we walked, and leaned into me. He shivered as we walked, and he kept his eyes ahead, a stern look on his face. I in return wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

"I am sorry. I really am still confused about who I am and what I want. But the thought of you being alone makes me sad for some reason, so for now, I think we should stick together."

I processed this for a minute then smiled down at him, though he could not see. "There is no other place I would like to be than by your side."

"Shut up." he said , his face turning a little red. "You're so corny."

"Corny is good."

"Corny is corny."

I laughed and held him a little tighter as we trudge along, our bodies numb, cold and wet, but I had our future to keep me going, and I hoped he thought the same.
"Murder Husbands?"

There was a long pause as we walked, and our walking became slower for a moment, till William let out a sigh. He then chuckled and said. "Murder Husbands."