As the final stretch draws near, he is unsure, for what is perhaps the first time, if all the agony of holding it together, was worth it. Perhaps he is too sensitive, maybe it would do everyone some good if he allowed his anger and disappointment towards the people who deserve it roam free, instead of being locked away somewhere inside, gnawing on his soul. He just never expected that his choices would cause such turmoil. Everything around him seems to stand still, as he takes one last breath, and hopes it sustains him until he swims back to the surface. It is getting darker, almost too dark to see, and sharks have started roaming in his vicinity. "One last take" he thinks to himself. "One last try", and then it's either do or die.
