My mind must have been drifting again. The water sloped and slashed heavily against the pier without rhythm. Land seemed a full mile away, with lights cascading down the sides like an ambient runway. And there was this old wooden arch framing my shadow, which was glowing like a ghost.
The density of the air weighed me down to the sole of my feet, which felt like dumbbells against the creaking slabs beneath me. All this seems strange. It was like a memory, a weird kind of mist.
She crept up behind me like she used to, I could smell her perfume. At least I think it’s her. In the dusk she seemed to have no face. No face at all.
As she approached I could sense her fear. The sky was barely moonlit behind the distant hills, looming over her shoulders.
Yet the water below remained black, and as she hovered closer so did her pain. And her face, that face I knew so well, dark with nothingness – framed by her golden hair, which was now a lifeless grey.
As I reached out all I could feel was cold. My hand glided through her as my whole body went numb. Only then she disappeared like she was never with me. It must have been her but was she even there?
Now it’s foggy too even see. Not that I’ve really been looking. Along the pier I could see several figures by the embankment, shapes of people I recognise. I felt like they were judging me. Signalling something horrifying I couldn’t quite fathom. And staring, faceless, motionless…
Suddenly I felt something brush against my shoulder. It startled me as if a gust of ice-cold wind past right through my throat. Breathing became too intense, and I sensed that there was something I had to accept.
The end. The end of everything.