TWENTY-TWO
NATE Last night was surreal; I still couldn’t believe I almost took my own life. I shuddered at the thought because even though I had considered taking my life thousands of times when I was younger, I never got the courage to do it. I didn’t even think I was going to come to that decision when I stayed back on the beach while the others left. What if I had really died? Was it thanks to the jelly fish or was it thanks to Derya? A lot of things that happened last night still felt strange. Every time I remembered the way I had inhaled the sea water into my lungs, it felt like I was back in the ocean, drowning. Dying. It made me panic. As I poured out the chamomile tea I’d just made into two teacups, guilt gnawed at me. I wasn’t thinking about grandma Fran when I got into the ocean. I
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