20th
A short story about my iron heart.
I took her to the ocean because I thought that would be a romantic thing to do.
We stood on a cliff and watched the sun set because I also thought that would be a romantic thing to do.
“Let’s jump off of this cliff into the ocean.” She said.
“I don’t know, it’s really high up and I’m wearing jeans and my heart is made of iron and I don’t know what will happen.” I said to her.
“Nothing bad will happen. Trust me.” She said.
She smiled at me and I looked at her eyes and I trusted her. She took my hand and we jumped off of the cliff into the ocean as the sun set.
We hit the water and held each other’s hands and didn’t let go. We started to sink because of my iron heart but she would not let go of my hand.
We continued to go down down under the water. We went down so deep that the water turned black. I wanted her to let go of my hand but she refused to let go and save herself. I guess she thought it was the romantic thing to do, which is sweet but dumb. We kept sinking together all the way to the bottom of the ocean.
We are both dead now.
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