The Predator

I watched her fall.

Watched her slip through my fingers.

Watched my world shatter into a thousand pieces, sinking, sinking, sinking—

And then I jumped.

There was no hesitation. No thought. No fucking logic. Just the singular, unshakable truth—home was where she was. Even if that meant the graveyard of the ocean.

The cold hit me like a bullet. A shock to the system. A violent, crushing force that wrapped its hands around my throat and squeezed. The weight of the fall punched the air from my lungs, and for a second—just a fleeting second—I thought: This was it. This was what she felt.

The drag pulled me...