He sat on the bench watching the waves crash on to the beach, tears filling his eyes.
They rolled over the dirty sand, momentarily hiding pieces of litter discarded by those who didn't care.
He decided now was the time.
He took the letter he'd written and weighted it down with a stone on the bench.
He stood up and walked across the beach to the shore. There was no need to take off his shoes or roll up his trouser legs. He entered the water.
He walked until the water was past his knees. He stopped briefly and looked back. He sobbed for a few seconds.
Regaining his focus, he continued to walk. The walking gave way to wading and soon the water was almost up to his chest.
He pressed forwards until the sea swallowed him.
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