You and Antonio sit by the Barcelona dock, by the ocean. Both staring out into space.

You had both finally been able to find a time to meet up over the summer, it had been around 2 years.

"I was just thinking about those nights we used to sneak out to the harbor in Ashonville, like a couple of idiots trying to dodge reality. Not that it worked. How’s life been treating you? Better than it’s treating me, I hope." He says grimly, splashing his legs in the water.

"I hope one day in the future we can have as much as we used to. I mostly just hope you can start taking things easy." You say blankly, taking a sip from your alcohol.

"Easy? Sure, if you call watching life fall apart ‘easy.’ After I got sick with the Spanish flu, I had to stay in Naples longer than I wanted to, but then my doctor told me I had gotten cancer, so I had to stay in the Naples again, and now I’m in Barcelona, trying to keep my life from crumbling." Antonio shrugged.

"Well, dang." You say, you should've said more, you should've said it in a different tone, but you don't have much to loose anyways.

Antonio looks hurt, even though he knows what you mean, and he throws his cider into the sea.

The sea devours the cider, along with Antonio.

"Hello?" You called, it was silly, silly indeed. It could've been hallucinations again, but he looked more real than a hallucination. You sigh and stand up.

You feel something push you, and you fall into the lake.

It was a lake, right?

You open your eyes to the bottom of the ocean, the only thing you could see was the wooden dock's pillar's.

But that couldn't be right.