Freminet clutches his diving helmet in one hand, his eyes squeezed shut as he sat on the dock, the waves lapping at his feet.

His breath was uneven, as though he was about to start crying at any moment. A single teardrop glitters as it sinks down his cheek.

You call out his name. The young man remains motionless, not reacting to your voice as he continues to sink deeper into depression.

The diving helmet slips out of his hands, slowly sinking down into the depths of the bay, the bubbles of air being a clear indicator of its position.