Nehemiah. My twin.
We were floating in the water, when the sun had gone away, so that it wouldn't burn my skin. Nehemiah wanted to go sooner, but he waited, because he knew that I wasn't as strong as he. He was never as colorless. He would tease me for being so neat and so pale, and I would smile. My only smiles were for Nehemiah.
I remember seeing his face floating under the water, his mouth was open and the black water was filling him. Drowned, where no one could see us. I couldn't pull him from the water. Nehemiah was always the one to help me do the things I couldn't do on my own. He pushed me toward the raft, the last thing he could do. Drowned. All my smiles, drowned. My love, into the black water.