Paradise (pt 5)

The boy turns on the shower and waits, and as he expected his father and the girlfriend start fucking; he walks through the wall out to the hallway, and then goes downstairs to the pool and past it, along the stone path that leads to the beach, walking on the black sand that glitters like the stars do over his head. He sits, watching the black water come up to him and then pull back; he sees things in the foam and wonders what they are – he could go into the water, he thinks, let the current carry him wherever it wants to go, floating in the darkness miles below, the sea water moving between every possible piece of him. He doesn’t know if he would drown or not, and that doesn’t matter, and he doesn’t care. He lies down and falls asleep, and doesn’t wake up until someone from the hotel shakes him and tells him he can’t sleep there.

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