"If you think about escaping, it will take you a long time to swim to the next shore"
I didn't turn around, I knew very well who that deep voice belonged to.
"I don't know how to swim, so I was rather contemplating suicide," I replied with dark humor.
"It wouldn't be a bad way to die," Dominick replied, sitting next to me, but far enough away so that our bodies wouldn't touch. "It's a beautiful night and the sea isn't violent." He shrugged, playing along. "There are worse ways to go."
I nodded but didn't feel like I should add anything else so we were silent for a few minutes. It was strange, just a week ago the presence of him bothered me and, although it continued to give me the creeps, I had already gotten used to him in some strange way.
"Sacha told me about Tanya." he finally spo
