I’m tired of this cold world. For you to reject my offered hand with a slap, you’ve made your point clear.
I’ll be leaving later but know this… I would’ve tried my best to keep you afloat. I wouldn’t give up until I got you ashore. I would’ve gave you CPR for as long as you needed. If none of that was possible, I would’ve drowned with you in the icy, cold water, instead of drowning alone like I currently am.
Whatever. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m going to trade this cold for something warmer soon… Even if it is burning.