(CW, ideation and mental health)

"I will not wade in too deep," she said loud enough for him to hear, her alto voice, a natural purr. She had a heavy Italian accent though spoke the English language as smoothly as if it were her first language. The amnesiac looked to the man then, and she turned around and moved closer to the dry sand for his peace of mind... that and she knew if she got pulled under, she would be dead unless he knew how to swim. But then, she thought, it wouldn't be a great loss to the world if she were to drown. She then stepped back out of the water after a shudder passed through her.

It wasn't from the cold, but rather, the dark thoughts that swam through her mind in that moment. She thought about just falling backwards into the foamy waves and letting them swallow her. He might even see the gears grinding just by looking into her eyes.

Sonia moved to sit on a boulder, her expression almost childlike in the next instant. She was no child though, she was obviously pregnant, though not very big yet.