“We’ll never be even.” I step forward, close enough that his blood drips on my shirt. “But I’ll give you a chance, alright. A99% chance of drowning, and a 1% chance of saving yourself.”
“It’s more than you deserve.”
“Is it?” I feign ignorance. “I thought it was mercy.”
I take one more moment to look at him. One endless second, to memorize the boy whom I thought was once my friend.
But we’re not boys anymore. We’re men.
His body hits the water.
I watch the river swallow it. A maw to hell—pitch-black and inescapable.
From here, his 1% chance looks like nothing.
If there’s a part of me that mourns that, I let it drown, too.
I jolt upright. There’s sweat on my back, on my forehead. I’m drenched in it.
I blink in the darkness. “Who’s there?”
“Shh, it’s okay! It’s just me.”
Her voice
