| 123 | The Art Of Letting Go

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This place is familiar. Where are we? This feels like déjà vu.

The sky darkens. It's about to rain. The water stretches endlessly in front of me. Gray. Loud. Churning. The waves crashing against the shore are telling me to go away. Be somewhere else.

Because we're trapped. Can't escape. We need help. But no one's coming. The water sprays my face as the waves grow.

Leandro tries to reach for me. Blood drips from his forehead while he keeps shouting incoherent words. As he fights to stay afloat, the sea pulls at him, dragging him under.

I'll keep waiting here. On the shore. It's oddly satisfying. Just watching him struggling. Fighting for his life. I don’t have to help. Nor will I try. It's not my job.

His hand reaches out toward me. I back off. Can't let him drag me with him. It's not my time yet. I have things to do. People to take care of.

His garbled words drown with him.

I sigh and feel only a smidge of satisfaction. I look at the man beside