Breaking the Ice by Esme Taylor

 

His lungs burned from a lack of oxygen as the cold spread throughout his body, clinging to him like icy fingers, silencing his thoughts and dulling his senses.

There isn’t long left.

As darkness began to cloud his vision, he silently prayed to a God he didn’t believe in, desperate for something––anything––to free himself.

The thumping of his pulse slowed. He could feel himself sinking. The weight of what he’d done pulled him deeper. He watched as the bubbles left his lips, a cruel reminder that the end was upon him.

There was no more air left to inhale.

He hadn’t thought about ‘the end’ much before now. Why would he? But, if he had, this wasn’t how he imagined it would happen. Now it was here, all he noticed was the silence and the sunlight dancing on the surface like a kaleidoscope of color until darkness stole it from sight.