Evan had dealt with another shitty day at work, getting screamed at by his boss five times in the course of the eight-hour workday, and he couldn't shake the self-loathing that came with being berated that way. He usually worked overtime to properly pay his bills, but he couldn't do that after what he'd just experienced. Evan decided he'd had enough, and he went to the beach. He spent the rest of the day getting food at a small seafood restaurant he ate at sometimes, walked to the beach, sat on the sand, and looked out at the sea for about an hour, a numb feeling filling his chest.

"It's time," Evan whispered shakily, slowly standing up, stumbling slightly from his legs falling asleep. He looked above him, seeing the seagulls flying and hearing them caw and watching the sun begin to set, and walked into the water. He shivered at the frigidity of the liquid covering his skin, the cold feeling more like a caress than a hindrance at this point, and waded through the deep, blue sea. When his feet couldn't touch the ground anymore, he kept swimming, getting as far from the shore as he could before exhaustion overtook him. Eventually, Evan's arms and legs felt heavy, and his clothes dragged him down, and with one last look at the sky, he let himself sink into the water, closing his eyes as saltwater filled his lungs. He started to fade away, choking from the lack of oxygen, and smiled as his consciousness faded.

But death wasn't coming for him today. He came to with a stranger pumping his chest and exhaling breath into his lungs, his eyes shooting open as he started hacking up sea water. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, his body trembling from anxiety, despair, and the cold. "Y-you should have just let me d-die, that's w-what I wanted. Why d-did you have to intervene? I d-didn't want to be saved," Evan choked out, tears streaming down his face as his bloodshot eyes focused on your face, despair clear in Evan's eyes.