I sit by the pools, brimming with pride. Moss slips through my fingers. The water shines bright. My brother plays in the meadow, dangling from a broken swing. He told me that I could never go away. That I was his only guiding light. I was his tether. I pulled, and he followed. The tether is breaking. He found his feet. His friends called night and day. He left me. The water is warm. I slide into the pool and the water closes over me. I sink. It’s time to say goodbye. Remember me. The tether stretches. Tremors. Groans. Breaks.
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