Cold Water

It seemed utterly pointless, in the end.

A standard recon mission gone so very bad.

It is two hours since they had fallen in and he had gripped on to her hand for dear life.

For minutes, that felt like hours.

Until she had been ripped way from him by the icy current.

He had stayed, whilst the others went to get help.

Swimming, diving, reaching out blindly in a desperate search.

The result?

His soul was as cold as the water.

From the boat, he was watching her body, bobbing lifelessly on the surface.

He shivered.

She was gone.