#42: A walk into oblivion

 It was mid-March and the water was frigid. Despite the shining sun, the wind blew as though a storm was coming. As the waves crashed against the shore, Drake thought about what he was going to do. He slowly took another step deeper into the ocean, his teeth chattering from the cold water and relentless wind. No matter how much he willed it otherwise, a few tears fell down his face as he wadded, now waist deep, in the water. He heard yelling on the shore and turned to see people he knew, shouting his name from the beach. He ignored them and turned back around. He had chosen this place because no one came there and it gave him plenty of privacy. He kept going further in until the water was up to his chin. Drake didn't try to stop the tears now, and they flowed steadily down his cheeks. He let himself slip under the water. He took a deep gulp of water and let it fill his lungs. Pain resonated through his body for a few moments, then there  was a slight burning sensation, and, at last, there was nothing but sweet, sweet oblivion.