“I promised to fix you, to help you, to save you. I promised to pull you back up to the surface of these violent waters. But somewhere, somewhere among the churning waves, I drowned. And as blue faded to black, I prayed not for my life; I prayed that I succeeded in making you float.
Tell me you’re floating. Please, look down deep into the water below. Squint, search for my fading silhouette. And tell me that I fixed you, helped you, saved you.”