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The humming of the birds woke her up early at dawn. The sun hasn't risen yet, and for the rare times she saw the sunrise, today she felt a different breeze chill down her spine. She noticed her phone ringing. It was him. She answered the call and his monotonous, emotionless voice informed her that he's outside, waiting for her to come out. She took her things, brushed her hair, and went outside. His car was fuming, as he was, annoyed with her unnecessary favor of going for an early morning swim at a nearby pool. They both know that she has cultured a natural poison in her abdomen, and it has already diffused to the various parts of her body. What he couldn't understand was despite all the water intake that's supposed to be the cure to her poisoning, she rather chose to let it spread and slowly burn the life out of her. Yet he has already resigned from pursuading her to see the brighter side of things. She chose to believe that she is poisoned, he sighed. Even though everything is all in her mind. They all knew she bled for a seriously injured heart. May the causes be romantic, platonic and/or familial, the bottom line was, she took everything unto herself. He despised her depression because he knows she knew better. He despised her even more for creating a force field that prevented everybody, including him, from taking her out of the dark. He loathed her resignation from fighting for her principles, for not allowing him to see her real soul, whose remnants could only be traced in the testimonials of her friends who were once witnesses of her bravery and courage in the midst of storms. While driving to the pool, he concluded that he simply hates her guts, and that after this one last favor, he'd disappear from her life so she could start living normal again. The pool glimmered as the sun slowly rose. Her eyes, though a little sleepy, were delighted to see the inviting waters for her to plunge in. She looked at him and smiled, while at the same time she took of her clothes. She was ready for a dive, her swimsuit made her look like a stranger to his eyes. It was the first time he saw her in that outfit, and he admits he was struck. He took off his own clothes as well, leaving the just his boxers. She took his hand and together, they took a dive down the pool. Her eyes were open, still smiling at him. He squeezed her hand tight, reminding her of his plea: see the light. She seem to have understood as she noticed the rays of the sun reaching the deeper ends of the pool. She caught sight of his eyes again, this time trying to say a mingling of thanks and apologies. Then she let go of his grip. He froze in suspended animation a few feet below the water's surface as he witnessed her slowly submerge in the 15 feet pool. Suddenly he remembered the chilling fact that she could barely swim. He dove down after her but he was seconds too late. Her body started to float back, this time, lifeless. He sought for help, his reflexes reaching for his phone in automation. But rather he saw a message which seemed to say that everything was all planned out. "You always tell me not to come undone. I didn't. You came. I'm now complete." He lost her. His heart wept in silence for despite all the rage and hatred, it was only then that he was able to admit she conquered his heart from the very start.