His short hair floated around his head in the bath water. He was completely submerged in the cool, clear water.
How could you do this to yourself? To us? thought Makoto sadly.
He had gone under long ago, but hadn't resurfaced like he usually would. His skin was pale and, if you were to touch him, cold to the touch. All the color was gone from his once tan skin.
He's just playing a trick. He'll get up any second. This is what Nagisa kept repeating in his head, tears brimming his eyes, hoping it was true but knowing it wasn't.
He looked so calm, so peaceful, like he was asleep.
But, he is asleep, isn't he? thought Rei with a frown. It's just a sleep he'll never wake up from.
Haru had taken his own life in the thing he loved most. Water. He hadn't been able to handle the pain and sorrow after Rin's accident, after Rin didn't come back. In his friends eyes he had made the wrong choice, because Rin wouldn't have wanted this. In Haru's eyes, he was setting himself free. Free of the guilt and the sadness. Free of the bitter tears he cried. He was free.
Free. It didn't only refer to his swimming technique, but his life as well. If he couldn't live free.
Why live at all?